The first diabolical character who intruded himself on my peaceful youth (as I called to mind that day at Dullborough), was a certain...

CHAPTER I—First Quarter. There are not many people—and as it is desirable that a story-teller and a story-reader should establish ...

One, two, three, four, five. There were five of them. Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit of the Gre...

Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostly surroundings, did I first make ...

When I established myself in the triangular garret which had gained so distinguished a reputation, my thoughts naturally turned to Ma...

The Baron Von Koëldwethout, of Grogzwig in Germany, was as likely a young baron as you would wish to see. I needn't say that he liv...

Dickens by Samuel Laurence STAVE ONE. MARLEY’S GHOST. Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. Th...

   'My uncle, gentlemen,' said the bagman, 'was one of the merriest, pleasantest, cleverest fellows, that ever lived. I wish...

and he used to tell it, something in this way. 'One winter's evening, about five o'clock, just as it began to grow dus...

Alexander Glasgow - Portrait of Charles Dickens In an old abbey town, down in this part of the country, a long, long while ago - so l...

"Yes! -- a madman's! How that word would have struck to my heart, many years ago! How it would have roused the terror that use...

I have always noticed a prevalent want of courage, even among persons of superior intelligence and culture, as to imparting their own ...

Charles Dickens by William Powell Frith This was a man who, though not more than thirty, had seen the world in divers irreconcilable ...

  "Halloa! Below there!"   When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag i...