He is certainly a man who bathes and "lives cleanly," (two especial charges preferred against him by Messrs… — Edward George Bulwer-Lytton

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

Repent!—that is the idlest word in our language.