. . . when the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands.
I think there cannot be kinder people in the world. There is nothing but good will left between me and a People for whom I have a real regard and to whom I would not willfully have given an offence.
One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.
Educating the natives of Borrioboola-Gha, on the left bank of the Niger.
The school is not quite deserted, said the Ghost. ""A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still.