No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be. When the sun grew so...

Last night the Count left me early, and locked himself into his own room. As soon as I dared I ran up the winding stair, and looked out...

This morning, as I was sitting on the edge of my bed cudgelling my brains, I heard without a cracking of whips and pounding and scraping...