It spoke at once to the intelligence, and required, for its full appreciation, an exercise of the mental faculties, as well as animal senses.

If the owner of that outward form were bad or vile, one would be inclined to say that Nature must have lied when she endowed her with so fair an index.
Such was Katie Woodward, whom Charley was not to marry.
As he turned down Norfolk Street, he thought of all this, as the gambler, sitting with his razor before him with which he intends to cut his throat, may be supposed to think of the stakes which he has failed to win, and the fortune he has failed to make.
Norah Geraghty was Charley's razor, and he plunged boldly into the 'Cat and Whistle,' determined to draw it at once across his weasand, and sever himself for ever from all that is valuable in the world.
It was now about eleven o'clock, at which hour the 'Cat and Whistle' generally does its most stirring trade.

This Charley knew; but he also knew that the little back parlour, even if there should be an inmate in it at the time of his going in, would soon be made private for his purposes.
When he went in, Mrs.Davis was standing behind the counter, dressed in a cap of wonderful grandeur, and a red tabinet gown, which rustled among the pots and jars, sticking out from her to a tremendous width, inflated by its own magnificence and a substratum of crinoline.

Charley had never before seen her arrayed in such royal robes.

Her accustomed maid was waiting as usual on the guests, and another girl also was assisting; but Norah did not appear to Charley's first impatient glance.
He at once saw that something wonderful was going on.