The Three Impostors / or The Transmutations

Dyson felt that the individual beside him was something more than compact of vulgarity

The man was dressed in quiet taste, and the most scrupulous observer could find nothing amiss with the fashion or make of his clothes, yet, from his hat to his boots, everything seemed inappropriate.

By the mistaken benevolence of deceased relatives both young men were placed out of reach of hunger

Amongst many delusions, he cherished one most fondly, that he was a strenuous worker

Sir Joshua Byrde, a Turkey merchant, brought it home from Aleppo

a man is sauntering along a quiet, sober, every-day London street, a street of gray houses and blank walls, and there, for a moment, a veil seems drawn aside, and the very fume of the pit steams up through the flagstones, the ground glows, red hot, beneath his feet, and he seems to hear the hiss of the infernal caldron

the well-known passage of the lad's playmate, gradually growing with his growth and increasing with his stature, till the air was filled with the rank fume of the goat

Farewell to all occult adventure; the farce is played.