Mr. Chadband is a large yellow man, with a fat smile, and a general appearance of having a good deal of train oil in his system.

He had a cane, he had an eye-glass, he had a snuff-box, he had rings, he had wristbands, he had everything but any touch of nature; he was not like youth, he w…

It's my old girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to it before her. Discipline must be maintained.

It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.

An immensely tall, angular figure ... His gown hung round him in long folds like the wings of a bat, and his wig was perched slightly askew over a lantern jawe…

The eyes were too intense, tortured almost. He was tall, but the body was wiry rather than powerful. Nature had gifted him with a cat's grace and lethal swiftn…

Even on Central Avenue, not the quietest dressed street in the world, he looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.