It Is More Than Possible; It Is

It Was All Love On My Side, And All Good Comradeship And Friendship On Hers. When We Parted She Was A Free Woman, But I Could Never Again Be A Free Man.

The World Is Full Of Obvious Things Which Nobody By Any Chance Ever Observes.

A Trusty Comrade Is Always Of Use; And A Chronicler Still More So.

Three Quiet Days. This Hell Fiend Is Like A Cat With A Mouse. She Lets Me Loose Only To Pounce Upon Me Again. I Am Never So Frightened As When Every Thing Is Still.

Of All Ghosts The Ghosts Of Our Old Loves Are The Worst.