My dear young lady, crime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.

“For a long time, Oliver remained motionless in this attitude. The candle was bu…”

“The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon …”

“I found every breath of air, and every scent, and every flower and leaf and bla…”

“It is a silent, shady place, with a paved courtyard so full of echoes, that som…”