There are palaces there to be beaten for gloomy majesty by none in Italy.

Here are palaces, churches, court-houses and libraries, the genteel London shops, and the latest articles of perfumery.

For the great there are palaces covered with gold; for the poor there are hovels of the meanest sort.

On each side of it are palaces intended exclusively for the use of spirits of former rulers of the country.

Over there the loftiest edifices are palaces of priests, and here the supreme chief of the troops is a priest!

There are palaces in Piccadilly, quaint lethal chambers in Soho, and strange food factories in Oxford Street and Tottenham Court Road.

"No; the houses there are palaces."

"And there are palaces, too."