A Poor Wise Man
A Poor Wise Man – The city turned its dreariest aspect toward the railway on blackened walls, irregular and ill-paved streets, gloomy warehouses, and over all a gray, smoke laden atmosphere which gave it mystery and often beauty.
A Poor Wise Man – The city turned its dreariest aspect toward the railway on blackened walls, irregular and ill-paved streets, gloomy warehouses, and over all a gray, smoke laden atmosphere which gave it mystery and often beauty.
Dead Man’s Land – Just before Dinner – Mark jumped up.
“You there, father! I did not hear you come in.” Doctor Robertson, tutor, half rose from his seat by the glowing library fire.