We must stay where we are.

See how the folk swarm over yonder in the gaslight." "They are coming from work in the yard." "Dirty-looking rascals, but I suppose every one has some little immortal spark concealed about him.

You would not think it, to look at them.

There is no a priori probability about it.

A strange enigma is man!" "Some one calls him a soul concealed in an animal," I suggested.
"Winwood Reade is good upon the subject," said Holmes.