Tuesday Teasers

"One of his customary evenings for repairing thither now coming round, he left his dwelling and his partner at nearly inine o'clock, and slowly walked in the direction of that grim home of his youth. It always affected his imagination as wrathful, mysterious, and sad; and his imagination was sufficiently impressible to see the whole neighbourhood under some tinge of its dark shadow. As he went along, upon a dreary night, the dim streets by which he went seemed all depositories of oppressive secrets."

(Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens, Part II, Chapter 10, page 567)