I Followed You.' I Saw No One.'

Have You Tried To Drive A Harpoon Through A Body? No? Tut, Tut, My Dear Sir, You Must Really Pay Attention To These Details.

There Is A Soul-jealousy That Can Be As Frantic As Any Body-jealousy.

His Sanguine Spirit Turns Every Firefly Into A Star.

I Had Neither Kith Nor Kin In England, And Was Therefore As Free As Air -- Or As Free As An Income Of Eleven Shillings And Sixpence A Day Will Permit A Man To Be. Under Such Circumstances, I Naturally Gravitated To London, That Great Cesspool Into Which All The Loungers And Idlers Of The Empire Are Irresistibly Drained.

The World Is Big Enough For Us. No Ghosts Need Apply.