Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

“There were mountains; there were valleys; there were streams. She climbed the m…”

“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness di…”

“Nevertheless, the fact remained, it was impossible to dislike any one if one lo…”

“As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a…”