2 Quotes by Charlotte Riddell

It was a bad night to be about with such a feeling in one's heart. The rain was cold, pitiless and increasing. A damp, keen wind blew down the cross streets leading from the river. The fumes of the gas works seemed to fall with the rain. The roadway was muddy; the pavement greasy; the lamps burned dimly; and that dreary district of London looked its very gloomiest and worst.("The Old House In Vauxhall Road")

He had been walking for a long time, ever since dark in fact, and dark falls soon in December.("The Old House In Vauxhall Walk")