OCTOBER 17th.--All day to-day the rain poured down, rustling on the ivy and dripping from the eaves. I thought of the convict out upon the bleak, cold, shelterless moor. ~ The Hound of the Baskervilles

OCTOBER 17th.--All day to-day the rain poured down, rustling on the ivy and dripping from the eaves. I thought of the convict out upon the bleak, cold, shelterless moor. ~ The Hound of the Baskervilles