Browse Sort by: Title The Little Bridal Procession Solomon marched forward at the head of the gay procession Seated on the pillion behind her tall, erect father Mrs. Farebrother welcomed the guest History of the Devil Dr. Sprague was superfluously tall "Why, my lads, how's this?" "What is the matter? You are distressed." "Wake, dear, wake! Listen to me." "The minister asked him if he knew where he had left that knife?" "Suppose, now, you get the money yourself, and save me the trouble, eh?" "She saw... something which made her pause motionless." "Robbed!" said Silas, gaspingly "Raffles started up and stared round him in terror" "Promise me, Papa, that you will consent to what we wish." "My dear young lady - Miss Brooke - Dorothea!" "It's all one to me. I can make five codicils." "I've made two wills, and I'm going to burn one. Now you do as I tell you." "I'm no more drunk nor you are, nor so much." "I have brought a little petitioner." "He rose and gave his arm to Bulstrode" "Do you suppose that I ever disbelieved in you?" "Be quick. What has he done with my horse?" "And what must you be letting him have my money for?"