← If I could come back to life then—just for a few hours—and go to the reading-room and read! 🔊
← I rocked to and fro; I lay back aching; I behaved deplorably. 🔊
← Long before seven o'clock I was back at the Vingtième. 🔊
← "Try," was the prayer he threw back at me as the devil pushed him roughly out through the door—"Try to make them know that I did exist!" 🔊
← I remember pausing before a wide door-step and wondering if perchance it was on this very one that the young De Quincey lay ill and faint while poor Ann flew as fast as her feet would carry her to Oxford Street, the "stony-hearted stepmother" of them both, and came back bearing that "glass of port wine and spices" but for which he might, so he thought, actually have died. 🔊