Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to. Richard Harris Barham
Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.
His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him! Richard Harris Barham
His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him!
He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots. Richard Harris Barham
He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.
Knight without fear and without reproach. Richard Harris Barham
Knight without fear and without reproach.
