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“You’re right,” said Wemmick; “it’s the genuine look. Much as if onenostril was caught up with a horse-hair and a little fish-hook. Yes, hecame to the same end; quite the natural end here, I assure you. Heforged wills, this blade did, if he didn’t also put the supposedtestators to sleep too. You were a gentlemanly Cove... | 1Dickens |
water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, mossyand brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks amongthe woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle deep through witheredleaves; there were Norfolk Biffins, squat and swarthy, settingoff the yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the greatcompactness ... | 1Dickens |
“You know you must say yes; don’t you?” said Mr. Jaggers.“I don’t ask you what you owe, because you don’t know; and if you didknow, you wouldn’t tell me; you would say less. Yes, yes, my friend,”cried Mr. Jaggers, waving his forefinger to stop me as I made a show ofprotesting: “it’s likely enough that you think you wou... | 1Dickens |
needed for its effect, but I little dreamed that he could have apersonal reason for asking.“I thought no more of the matter until the vicar’s telegram reached meat Plymouth. This villain had thought that I would be at sea before thenews could reach me, and that I should be lost for years in Africa. ButI returned at onc... | 2Doyle |
employ my time better.” “And you will report very carefully to me,” said Holmes. “When a crisis comes, as it will do, I will direct how you shall act. I suppose that by Saturday all might be ready?” “Would that suit Dr. Watson?” “Then on Saturday, unless you hear to the contrary, we shall... | 2Doyle |
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“Am I not?” Mr. Lorry opened his hands, and extended them outwards withBetween the eyebrows and just over the little feminine nose, the line ofwhich was as delicate and fine as it was possible to be, the expressiondeepened itself as she took her seat thoughtfully in the chair by whichshe had hitherto remained standing.... | 1Dickens |
screwing and complaining sound down below, and their bent figures werestrained, as if by a weight. By slow degrees the weight broke away theearth upon it, and came to the surface. Young Jerry very well knew whatit would be; but, when he saw it, and saw his honoured parent about towrench it open, he was so frightened, b... | 1Dickens |
comes to knocking my old man about—”“Knocking Mr. Warren about?”“Using him roughly, anyway.”“But who used him roughly?”“Ah! that’s what we want to know! It was this morning, sir. Mr. Warrenis a timekeeper at Morton and Waylight’s, in Tottenham Court Road. Hehas to be out of the house before seven. Well, this morning he... | 2Doyle |
Baden? Both she and it reached the Rhenish spa by some circuitousroute. This much I gathered from the manager of Cook’s local office. Soto Baden I went, after dispatching to Holmes an account of all myproceedings and receiving in reply a telegram of half-humorousAt Baden the track was not difficult to follow. Lady Fran... | 2Doyle |
Let us express the negative part first. This tells us that noneof the Cakes, belonging to the upper half of the cupboard, are tobe found OUTSIDE the central Square: that is, the two compartments,No. 9 and No. 10, are EMPTY. This, of course, is represented by | 0 | 0 | | ... | 0Caroll |
"Sha'n't," said the cook.The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a low voice,"Your Majesty must cross-examine _this_ witness.""Well, if I must, I must," the King said with a melancholy air, and,after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes werenearly out of sight, he said in a deep vo... | 0Caroll |
was furrowed and bald, and that the long iron-grey hair grew only onits sides. But, I saw nothing that in the least explained him. On thecontrary, I saw him next moment, once more holding out both his hands“What do you mean?” said I, half suspecting him to be mad.He stopped in his looking at me, and slowly rubbed his r... | 1Dickens |
anything since then to throw any light upon what became of him.”“It seems to me that you have been very shamefully treated,” said“Oh, no, sir! He was too good and kind to leave me so. Why, all themorning he was saying to me that, whatever happened, I was to be true;and that even if something quite unforeseen occurred t... | 2Doyle |
“Mrs. Whimple,” said Herbert, when I told him so, “is the best ofhousewives, and I really do not know what my Clara would do without hermotherly help. For, Clara has no mother of her own, Handel, and norelation in the world but old Gruffandgrim.”“Surely that’s not his name, Herbert?”“No, no,” said Herbert, “that’s my n... | 1Dickens |
inscrutably appeared to stand to reason, in the minds of the wholecompany, that I was an excrescence on the entertainment. And to make itworse, they all asked me from time to time,—in short, whenever they hadnothing else to do,—why I didn’t enjoy myself? And what could Ipossibly do then, but say I _was_ enjoying myself... | 1Dickens |
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to them!--I doubt if they durst spare him after the demonstration in the“And so do I. I heard the fall of the axe in that sound.”Mr. Lorry leaned his arm upon the door-post, and bowed his face upon it.“Don’t despond,” said Carton, very gently; “don’t grieve. I encouragedDoctor Manette in this idea, because I felt that ... | 1Dickens |
the light of her face, the touch of her hand, had a strong beneficialinfluence with him almost always. Not absolutely always, for she couldrecall some occasions on which her power had failed; but they were fewand slight, and she believed them over.Mr. Darnay had kissed her hand fervently and gratefully, and had turnedt... | 1Dickens |
threw the cards down on the table when she had won them all, as if shedespised them for having been won of me.“When shall I have you here again?” said Miss Havisham. “Let me think.”I was beginning to remind her that to-day was Wednesday, when shechecked me with her former impatient movement of the fingers of her“There,... | 1Dickens |
“God bless you!” cried the prisoner passionately. “I would have enduredimprisonment, ay, even execution, rather than have left my miserablesecret as a family blot to my children.“You are the first who have ever heard my story. My father was aschoolmaster in Chesterfield, where I received an excellent education.I travel... | 2Doyle |
“Ah, the unfortunate, miserable people! So oppressed, too--as you say.”“As _you_ say,” madame retorted, correcting him, and deftly knitting anextra something into his name that boded him no good.“Pardon me; certainly it was I who said so, but you naturally think so.“_I_ think?” returned madame, in a high voice. “I and ... | 1Dickens |
of it, and turned it off with a laugh. After sipping his cognac to the“Yes, Miss Manette is going to be married. But not to an Englishman; toone who, like herself, is French by birth. And speaking of Gaspard (ah,poor Gaspard! It was cruel, cruel!), it is a curious thing that she isgoing to marry the nephew of Monsieur ... | 1Dickens |
stuck on to us until we came to London. I paid her bill and her ticket.Once in London, she gave us the slip, and, as I say, left theseout-of-date jewels to pay her bills. You find her, Mr. Holmes, and I’m“I _mean_ to find her,” said Sherlock Holmes. “I’m going through thishouse till I do find her.”“Where is your warran... | 2Doyle |
Chapter 1 Mr. Sherlock Holmes Chapter 2 The Curse of the Baskervilles Chapter 3 The Problem Chapter 4 Sir Henry Baskerville Chapter 5 Three Broken Threads Chapter 6 Baskerville Hall Chapter 7 The Stapletons of Merripit House Chapter 8 First Report of Dr. Watson Chapter 9 The Light upon the Moor [Second Report... | 2Doyle |
him back to her?It seems that it was. She had the surest information that of late hehad, when the fit was on him, made use of an opium den in the farthesteast of the City. Hitherto his orgies had always been confined to oneday, and he had come back, twitching and shattered, in the evening. Butnow the spell had been upo... | 2Doyle |
Ha, ha! That was well done. Let him eat it now!” Madame put her knifeunder her arm, and clapped her hands as at a play.The people immediately behind Madame Defarge, explaining the cause ofher satisfaction to those behind them, and those again explaining toothers, and those to others, the neighbouring streets resounded ... | 1Dickens |
took out the key again, and held it in his hand. All this he did,methodically, and with as loud and harsh an accompaniment of noise as hecould make. Finally, he walked across the room with a measured tread towhere the window was. He stopped there, and faced round.The garret, built to be a depository for firewood and th... | 1Dickens |
began rather timidly: “Am I addressing the White Queen?”“Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing,” The Queen said. “It isn’t_my_ notion of the thing, at all.”Alice thought it would never do to have an argument at the verybeginning of their conversation, so she smiled and said, “If yourMajesty will only tell me the right... | 0Caroll |
beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there isa man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you!”He said, “Farewell!” said a last “God bless you!” and left her.To the eyes of Mr. Jeremiah Cruncher, sitting on his stool inFleet-street with his grisly urchin beside him, a vast num... | 1Dickens |
“Of Friday, June 19th.”“Good heavens! I thought it was Wednesday. It is Wednesday. What d’youwant to frighten a chap for?” He sank his face onto his arms and beganto sob in a high treble key.“I tell you that it is Friday, man. Your wife has been waiting this twodays for you. You should be ashamed of yourself!”“So I am.... | 2Doyle |
not allowed to call him uncle, under the severest penalties.“Mrs. Joe,” said Uncle Pumblechook, a large hard-breathing middle-agedslow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hairstanding upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just beenall but choked, and had that moment come to, “I hav... | 1Dickens |
his gigantic size, he could accommodate himself to any placewith ease; and that he stood beneath a low roof quite asgracefully and like a supernatural creature, as it was possiblehe could have done in any lofty hall.And perhaps it was the pleasure the good Spirit had inshowing off this power of his, or else it was his ... | 1Dickens |
wouldn't for the wealth of all the world have crushed thatbraided hair, and torn it down; and for the precious littleshoe, I wouldn't have plucked it off, God bless my soul! tosave my life. As to measuring her waist in sport, as theydid, bold young brood, I couldn't have done it; I shouldhave expected my arm to have gr... | 1Dickens |
There was but a gaoler left, along with two of the four men who hadtaken him last night, and Barsad. The people had all poured out to theshow in the streets. Barsad proposed to the rest, “Let her embracehim then; it is but a moment.” It was silently acquiesced in, and theypassed her over the seats in the hall to a rais... | 1Dickens |
Mrs. Lyons upon the evening before, for Dr. Mortimer remained with him at cards until it was very late. At breakfast, however, I informed him about my discovery and asked him whether he would care to accompany me to Coombe Tracey. At first he was very eager to come, but on second thoughts it s... | 2Doyle |
“It opens a pleasing field for intelligent speculation. The words arewritten with a broad-pointed, violet-tinted pencil of a not unusualpattern. You will observe that the paper is torn away at the side hereafter the printing was done, so that the ‘S’ of ‘SOAP’ is partly gone.Suggestive, Watson, is it not?”“Exactly. The... | 2Doyle |
do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and“But the reason is very obvious. The pressure of public opinion can doin the town what the law cannot accomplish. There is no lane so vilethat the scream of a tortured child, or the thud of a drunkard’s blow,does not beget sympathy and indignation am... | 2Doyle |
well kept, and Lucie was unconscious and happy; but he could not fail toobserve that the shoemaker, whose hand had been a little out at first,was growing dreadfully skilful, and that he had never been so intent onhis work, and that his hands had never been so nimble and expert, as inthe dusk of the ninth evening.Worn o... | 1Dickens |
hair, a little bald in the centre, bushy, black side-whiskers andmoustache; tinted glasses, slight infirmity of speech. Was dressed,when last seen, in black frock-coat faced with silk, black waistcoat,gold Albert chain, and grey Harris tweed trousers, with brown gaitersover elastic-sided boots. Known to have been emplo... | 2Doyle |
will read it to you.” Holmes leaned back in his chair, placed his finger-tips together, and closed his eyes, with an air of resignation. Dr. Mortimer turned the manuscript to the light and read in a high, cracking voice the following curious, old-world narrative: “Of the origin of the H... | 2Doyle |
effort to conceal his own writing suggests that that writing might be known, or come to be known, by you. Again, you will observe that the words are not gummed on in an accurate line, but that some are much higher than others. ‘Life,’ for example is quite out of its proper place. That may poin... | 2Doyle |
gorse bushes through which the path winds and struck him down as hepassed. At first they were of a mind to let him enter the house and tokill him as a detected burglar; but they argued that if they were mixedup in an inquiry their own identity would at once be publicly disclosedand they would be open to further attacks... | 2Doyle |
us, and finally, with a woman’s quick intuition, fastening upon mycompanion, “I am so glad that you have come. I have driven down to tellyou so. I know that James didn’t do it. I know it, and I want you tostart upon your work knowing it, too. Never let yourself doubt uponthat point. We have known each other since we we... | 2Doyle |
on the evening before I go away.”Biddy said no more. Handsomely forgiving her, I soon exchanged anaffectionate good night with her and Joe, and went up to bed. When Igot into my little room, I sat down and took a long look at it, as amean little room that I should soon be parted from and raised above,for ever. It was f... | 1Dickens |
“Everybody!” from all throats.“The news is of him. He is among us!”“Among us!” from the universal throat again. “And dead?”“Not dead! He feared us so much--and with reason--that he caused himselfto be represented as dead, and had a grand mock-funeral. But they havefound him alive, hiding in the country, and have brough... | 1Dickens |
with more decision, “It has come to a point. I go on duty soon, andcan’t overstay my time. You told me you had a proposal; what is it?Now, it is of no use asking too much of me. Ask me to do anything in myoffice, putting my head in great extra danger, and I had better trust mylife to the chances of a refusal than the c... | 1Dickens |
have predicated that she did not often make mistakes against herselfin any of the reckonings over which she presided. Madame Defarge beingsensitive to cold, was wrapped in fur, and had a quantity of brightshawl twined about her head, though not to the concealment of her largeearrings. Her knitting was before her, but s... | 1Dickens |
him in the windows of the sitting-room, pacing up and down, talkingexcitedly, and waving his arms. Of her I could see nothing. Presentlyhe emerged, looking even more flurried than before. As he stepped up tothe cab, he pulled a gold watch from his pocket and looked at itearnestly, ‘Drive like the devil,’ he shouted, ‘f... | 2Doyle |
“Has been here some days--three or four--I don’t know how many--I can’tcollect my thoughts. An errand of generosity brought him here unknown tous; he was stopped at the barrier, and sent to prison.”The old man uttered an irrepressible cry. Almost at the same moment, thebell of the great gate rang again, and a loud nois... | 1Dickens |
whisked it round my head, laid it on the anvil, hammered it out,—as ifit were I, I thought, and the sparks were my spirting blood,—andfinally said, when he had hammered himself hot and the iron cold, andhe again leaned on his hammer,—“Are you all right now?” demanded Joe.“Ah! I am all right,” said gruff Old Orlick.“The... | 1Dickens |
“He would be the heir to the estate because that is entailed. He would also be the heir to the money unless it were willed otherwise by the present owner, who can, of course, do what he “And have you made your will, Sir Henry?” “No, Mr. Holmes, I have not. I’ve had no time, for it was only ... | 2Doyle |
journey to a patient (for I had now returned to civil practice), whenmy way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the well-remembereddoor, which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing, andwith the dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with akeen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how... | 2Doyle |
black swan was a matter of course--and in truth it wassomething very like it in that house. Mrs. Cratchit madethe gravy (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) hissing hot;Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigour;Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dustedthe hot plates; Bob took Tiny Tim be... | 1Dickens |
and heaps of flies, who were extending their inquisitive and adventurousperquisitions into all the glutinous little glasses near madame, felldead at the bottom. Their decease made no impression on the other fliesout promenading, who looked at them in the coolest manner (as if theythemselves were elephants, or something... | 1Dickens |
of anything but black bread and death. Is it not so, Jacques?”“It is so, Jacques,” Monsieur Defarge returned.At this second interchange of the Christian name, Madame Defarge, stillusing her toothpick with profound composure, coughed another grain ofcough, and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line.The last ... | 1Dickens |
should ever wish to see me, you come and put your head in at the forgewindow and see Joe the blacksmith, there, at the old anvil, in the oldburnt apron, sticking to the old work. I’m awful dull, but I hope I’vebeat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so GOD blessyou, dear old Pip, old chap, GOD bless you... | 1Dickens |
too, Pip,” said Joe, industriously cutting his bread, with his cheeseon it, in the palm of his left hand, and glancing at my untasted supperas if he thought of the time when we used to compare slices. “So mightWopsle. And the Jolly Bargemen might take it as a compliment.”“That’s just what I don’t want, Joe. They would ... | 1Dickens |
pieces,—and as it gets older and stronger it will tear deeper,—loveher, love her, love her!”Never had I seen such passionate eagerness as was joined to herutterance of these words. I could feel the muscles of the thin armround my neck swell with the vehemence that possessed her.“Hear me, Pip! I adopted her, to be loved... | 1Dickens |
“Of course I’ll wait,” said Alice: “and thank you very much for comingso far—and for the song—I liked it very much.”“I hope so,” the Knight said doubtfully: “but you didn’t cry so much asI thought you would.”So they shook hands, and then the Knight rode slowly away into theforest. “It won’t take long to see him _off_, ... | 0Caroll |
necessary to take her there, and could not have returned to Coombe Tracey until the early hours of the morning. Such an excursion could not be kept secret. The probability was, therefore, that she was telling the truth, or, at least, a part of the truth. I came away baffled and disheartened. O... | 2Doyle |
the Jack, “and gone down.”“A four-oared galley, did you say?” said I.“A four,” said the Jack, “and two sitters.”“Did they come ashore here?”“They put in with a stone two-gallon jar for some beer. I’d ha’ beenglad to pison the beer myself,” said the Jack, “or put some rattling“_I_ know why,” said the Jack. He spoke in a... | 1Dickens |
“Heaven knows we don’t,” returned Miss Pross, “but have no fear for me.Take me in at the cathedral, at Three o’Clock, or as near it as you can,and I am sure it will be better than our going from here. I feel certainof it. There! Bless you, Mr. Cruncher! Think-not of me, but of the livesthat may depend on both of us!”Th... | 1Dickens |
suddenly break upon him that he would adapt his epitaph to theoccasion, before he went on to say) “And there weren’t no objection onyour part, and Pip it were the great wish of your hart!”It was quite in vain for me to endeavour to make him sensible that heought to speak to Miss Havisham. The more I made faces and gest... | 1Dickens |
would have flung it at his adversary’s head, but for our entertainer’sdexterously seizing it at the instant when it was raised for that“Gentlemen,” said Mr. Jaggers, deliberately putting down the glass, andhauling out his gold repeater by its massive chain, “I am exceedinglysorry to announce that it’s half past nine.”O... | 1Dickens |
timid, he gave me to understand that the Devil lived in a black cornerof the forge, and that he knew the fiend very well: also that it wasnecessary to make up the fire, once in seven years, with a live boy,and that I might consider myself fuel. When I became Joe’s ’prentice,Orlick was perhaps confirmed in some suspicio... | 1Dickens |
please to read this VERY carefully.The world contains many THINGS (such as "Buns", "Babies", "Beetles"."Battledores". &c.); and these Things possess many ATTRIBUTES(such as "baked", "beautiful", "black", "broken", &c.: in fact,whatever can be "attributed to", that is "said to belong to", anyThing, is an Attribute). ... | 0Caroll |
cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There's more ofgravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!"Scrooge was not much in the habit of crackingjokes, nor did he feel, in his heart, by any meanswaggish then. The truth is, that he tried to besmart, as a means of distracting his own attention,and keeping down his... | 1Dickens |
there. Kindly raise that small ivory box with its assistance. Place ithere among the papers. Good! You can now go and fetch Mr. CulvertonSmith, of 13, Lower Burke Street.”To tell the truth, my desire to fetch a doctor had somewhat weakened,for poor Holmes was so obviously delirious that it seemed dangerous toleave him.... | 2Doyle |
the newspapers,—and with some shining black portraits on the walls,which my unartistic eye regarded as a composition of hardbake andsticking-plaster. Here, in a corner my indentures were duly signed andattested, and I was “bound”; Mr. Pumblechook holding me all the whileas if we had looked in on our way to the scaffold... | 1Dickens |
he cared for at a distance, and had known that they delightedIt was a great surprise to Scrooge, while listening to themoaning of the wind, and thinking what a solemn thing itwas to move on through the lonely darkness over an unknownabyss, whose depths were secrets as profound as Death: itwas a great surprise to Scroog... | 1Dickens |
“Why, n-no; not to me.” He said this with the air of one carefullyreckoning up and striking a balance. “Not directly profitable. That is,it doesn’t pay me anything, and I have to—keep myself.”This certainly had not a profitable appearance, and I shook my head asif I would imply that it would be difficult to lay by much... | 1Dickens |
the bride’s manner, of so transparent a device for obtaining a note asthe dropping of a bouquet, of her resort to her confidential maid, andof her very significant allusion to claim-jumping—which in miners’parlance means taking possession of that which another person has aprior claim to—the whole situation became absol... | 2Doyle |
was eventually completed by a gambler in the days of the Regency.Nothing was left save a few acres of ground, and thetwo-hundred-year-old house, which is itself crushed under a heavymortgage. The last squire dragged out his existence there, living thehorrible life of an aristocratic pauper; but his only son, mystepfath... | 2Doyle |
the flies, but not before.”All day I was engaged in my professional work, and it was late in theevening before I returned to Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes had not comeback yet. It was nearly ten o’clock before he entered, looking pale andworn. He walked up to the sideboard, and tearing a piece from the loafhe devoured ... | 2Doyle |
the case of a shock from which he has recovered, so completely, as tobe a highly intelligent man, capable of close application of mind, andgreat exertion of body, and of constantly making fresh additions to hisstock of knowledge, which was already very large. But, unfortunately,there has been,” he paused and took a dee... | 1Dickens |
“So I have heard.”“To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, second daughter of the King ofScandinavia. You may know the strict principles of her family. She isherself the very soul of delicacy. A shadow of a doubt as to my conductwould bring the matter to an end.”“Threatens to send them the photograph. And she will do it... | 2Doyle |
“See you,” said madame, “I care nothing for this Doctor, I. He may wearhis head or lose it, for any interest I have in him; it is all one tome. But, the Evrémonde people are to be exterminated, and the wife andchild must follow the husband and father.”“She has a fine head for it,” croaked Jacques Three. “I have seen bl... | 1Dickens |
Of a sudden, he stopped, took the cork out of his bottle, and tossed itaway. Light as it was, I heard it fall like a plummet. He swallowedslowly, tilting up the bottle by little and little, and now he lookedat me no more. The last few drops of liquor he poured into the palm ofhis hand, and licked up. Then, with a sudde... | 1Dickens |
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described, we were little likely to see anyone of our own age andposition. We had, however, an aunt, my mother’s maiden sister, MissHonoria Westphail, who lives near Harrow, and we were occasionallyallowed to pay short visits at this lady’s house. Julia went there atChristmas two years ago, and met there a half-pay maj... | 2Doyle |
the tide in his favour met with some unexplained check (not intelligibleto the Doctor), which led to a few words of secret conference. That,the man sitting as President had then informed Doctor Manette thatthe prisoner must remain in custody, but should, for his sake, be heldinviolate in safe custody. That, immediately... | 1Dickens |
out of the silence of the moor. That frightful cry turned the blood to ice in my veins. “Oh, my God!” I gasped. “What is it? What does it mean?” Holmes had sprung to his feet, and I saw his dark, athletic outline at the door of the hut, his shoulders stooping, his head thrust forward, his... | 2Doyle |
“What is the meaning of it all, Mr. Holmes?”“Ah, I have no data. I cannot tell. Perhaps you have yourself formed“Well, there seems to me to be only one possible solution. Mr. Rucastleseemed to be a very kind, good-natured man. Is it not possible that hiswife is a lunatic, that he desires to keep the matter quiet for fe... | 2Doyle |
you, years and years. As to what I dare, I’m a old bird now, as hasdared all manner of traps since first he was fledged, and I’m notafeerd to perch upon a scarecrow. If there’s Death hid inside of it,there is, and let him come out, and I’ll face him, and then I’llbelieve in him and not afore. And now let me have a look... | 1Dickens |
stuffing himself, and making obsequious movements to catch myattention. The moment he succeeded, he came over to me (breathingsherry and crumbs), and said in a subdued voice, “May I, dear sir?” anddid. I then descried Mr. and Mrs. Hubble; the last-named in a decentspeechless paroxysm in a corner. We were all going to “... | 1Dickens |
“Yes,” said Holmes, answering the look rather than the words. “It isso. I know all about McCarthy.”The old man sank his face in his hands. “God help me!” he cried. “But Iwould not have let the young man come to harm. I give you my word thatI would have spoken out if it went against him at the Assizes.”“I am glad to hea... | 2Doyle |
that looked ill. In the hunted air of the people there was yet somewild-beast thought of the possibility of turning at bay. Depressed andslinking though they were, eyes of fire were not wanting among them; norcompressed lips, white with what they suppressed; nor foreheads knittedinto the likeness of the gallows-rope th... | 1Dickens |
his hand, and we both felt happy.“How long, dear Joe?”“Which you meantersay, Pip, how long have your illness lasted, dear old“It’s the end of May, Pip. To-morrow is the first of June.”“And have you been here all that time, dear Joe?”“Pretty nigh, old chap. For, as I says to Biddy when the news of yourbeing ill were bro... | 1Dickens |
with her hand on my shoulder, but more and more slowly. At last shestopped before the fire, and said, after muttering and looking at it“This is my birthday, Pip.”I was going to wish her many happy returns, when she lifted her stick.“I don’t suffer it to be spoken of. I don’t suffer those who were herejust now, or any o... | 1Dickens |
giving them a quick look. Then she glanced in a casual manner round thewine-shop, took up her knitting with great apparent calmness and reposeof spirit, and became absorbed in it.“Gentlemen,” said her husband, who had kept his bright eye observantlyupon her, “good day. The chamber, furnished bachelor-fashion, that youw... | 1Dickens |
breathed, match in hand, but I could only see his lips, and the bluepoint of the match; even those but fitfully. The tinder was damp,—nowonder there,—and one after another the sparks died out.The man was in no hurry, and struck again with the flint and steel. Asthe sparks fell thick and bright about him, I could see hi... | 1Dickens |
man stood in his presence, who, with a keenly observant look at him,addressed him by his name.“Your servant,” said Mr. Lorry. “Do you know me?”He was a strongly made man with dark curling hair, from forty-fiveto fifty years of age. For answer he repeated, without any change of“Do you know me?”“I have seen you somewhere... | 1Dickens |
followed him closely, and as the man turned with a cry of surprise andalarm he caught him by the collar and threw him back into the room.Before our prisoner had recovered his balance the door was shut andHolmes standing with his back against it. The man glared round him,staggered, and fell senseless upon the floor. Wit... | 2Doyle |
they ask of me, the subordinate; but you’ll never catch ’em asking anyquestions of my principal.”“Is this young gentleman one of the ’prentices or articled ones of youroffice?” asked the turnkey, with a grin at Mr. Wemmick’s humour.“There he goes again, you see!” cried Wemmick, “I told you so! Asksanother question of t... | 1Dickens |
tell you beforehand I am awful dull, most awful dull), Mrs. Joe mustn’tsee too much of what we’re up to. It must be done, as I may say, on thesly. And why on the sly? I’ll tell you why, Pip.”He had taken up the poker again; without which, I doubt if he couldhave proceeded in his demonstration.“Your sister is given to g... | 1Dickens |
should not renew his attack. Then, with a snarl of anger, he left meand entered the cottage from which I had just come. I turned to thankmy preserver, who stood beside me in the roadway.“Well, Watson,” said he, “a very pretty hash you have made of it! Irather think you had better come back with me to London by the nigh... | 2Doyle |
be--unless he, the Doctor, dissolved the obligation--kept inviolatebetween them. Nobody else knew it to be his name; his own wife had nosuspicion of the fact; Mr. Lorry could have none.“No,” said Mr. Lorry, in reply to the House; “I have referred it,I think, to everybody now here, and no one can tell me where thisgentl... | 1Dickens |
to the oblivion of a prison for any length of time; if his wife hadimplored the king, the queen, the court, the clergy, for any tidings ofhim, and all quite in vain;--then the history of your father would havebeen the history of this unfortunate gentleman, the Doctor of Beauvais.”“I entreat you to tell me more, sir.”“I... | 1Dickens |
twenty minutes to nine.“Look at me,” said Miss Havisham. “You are not afraid of a woman whohas never seen the sun since you were born?”I regret to state that I was not afraid of telling the enormous liecomprehended in the answer “No.”“Do you know what I touch here?” she said, laying her hands, one uponthe other, on her... | 1Dickens |
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