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paper at all. Hold it up to the light.”I did so, and saw a large “E” with a small “g,” a “P,” and a large “G”with a small “t” woven into the texture of the paper.“What do you make of that?” asked Holmes.“The name of the maker, no doubt; or his monogram, rather.”“Not at all. The ‘G’ with the small ‘t’ stands for ‘Gesell... | 2Doyle |
a pause. “There is Laura Lyons—her initials are L. L.—but she lives in Coombe Tracey.” “Who is she?” I asked. “She is Frankland’s daughter.” “What! Old Frankland the crank?” “Exactly. She married an artist named Lyons, who came sketching on the moor. He proved to be a blackguard and ... | 2Doyle |
that night. We were equals afterwards, as we had been before; but,afterwards at quiet times when I sat looking at Joe and thinking abouthim, I had a new sensation of feeling conscious that I was looking upto Joe in my heart.“However,” said Joe, rising to replenish the fire; “here’s theDutch-clock a-working himself up t... | 1Dickens |
“Go on, Miss Westbury. Even if it seems to tell against him, go on. Wecannot say what it may lead to.”“Indeed, I have nothing more to tell. Once or twice it seemed to methat he was on the point of telling me something. He spoke one eveningof the importance of the secret, and I have some recollection that hesaid that no... | 2Doyle |
when he came in,—for I went straight to bed, dispirited andfatigued,—made the same report. Opening one of the windows after that,he looked out into the moonlight, and told me that the pavement was assolemnly empty as the pavement of any cathedral at that same hour.Next day I set myself to get the boat. It was soon done... | 1Dickens |
I hurried along the road at the top of my speed without seeing anything of Sir Henry, until I came to the point where the moor path branches off. There, fearing that perhaps I had come in the wrong direction after all, I mounted a hill from which I could command a view—the same hill which is c... | 2Doyle |
they have no part in His mercies. And them and their descendants, to thelast of their race, I, Alexandre Manette, unhappy prisoner, do this lastnight of the year 1767, in my unbearable agony, denounce to the timeswhen all these things shall be answered for. I denounce them to HeavenA terrible sound arose when the readi... | 1Dickens |
Europe have shown that you are one who may safely be trusted withmatters which are of an importance which can hardly be exaggerated.This account of you we have from all quarters received. Be in yourchamber then at that hour, and do not take it amiss if your visitor“This is indeed a mystery,” I remarked. “What do you im... | 2Doyle |
“What do they call this sound?” he asked. “The folk on the countryside.” “Oh, they are ignorant people. Why should you mind what they call “Tell me, Watson. What do they say of it?” I hesitated but could not escape the question. “They say it is the cry of the Hound of the Baskervilles.” ... | 2Doyle |
they had heard of me, and had been taught to pity me. When they passeda prison of the State, they kept far from its frowning walls, and lookedup at its bars, and spoke in whispers. She could never deliver me; Iimagined that she always brought me back after showing me such things.But then, blessed with the relief of tea... | 1Dickens |
that he _was_ overworked; it would show itself in some renewal of this“I do not think so. I do not think,” said Doctor Manette with thefirmness of self-conviction, “that anything but the one train ofassociation would renew it. I think that, henceforth, nothing but someextraordinary jarring of that chord could renew it.... | 1Dickens |
that she looked down into its face in some alarm. This time there couldbe _no_ mistake about it: it was neither more nor less than a pig, andshe felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it any further.So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see ittrot quietly away into the wood. "If i... | 0Caroll |
They were in another scene and place; a room, not verylarge or handsome, but full of comfort. Near to the winterfire sat a beautiful young girl, so like that last that Scroogebelieved it was the same, until he saw her, now a comelymatron, sitting opposite her daughter. The noise in thisroom was perfectly tumultuous, fo... | 1Dickens |
happy infancy? And may I—_may_ I—?”This May I, meant might he shake hands? I consented, and he wasfervent, and then sat down again.“Here is wine,” said Mr. Pumblechook. “Let us drink, Thanks to Fortune,and may she ever pick out her favourites with equal judgment! And yet Icannot,” said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again... | 1Dickens |
black smudge on the silvered slope which showed where the man was lying who had come so horribly to his end. “We’re at close grips at last,” said Holmes as we walked together across the moor. “What a nerve the fellow has! How he pulled himself together in the face of what must have been a para... | 2Doyle |
her that he had been plucked back by some irresistible force frombehind. One singular point which struck her quick feminine eye was thatalthough he wore some dark coat, such as he had started to town in, hehad on neither collar nor necktie.“Convinced that something was amiss with him, she rushed down thesteps—for the h... | 2Doyle |
“Am I to wait in the court, sir?” he asked, as the result of that“I am going to tell you. The door-keeper will pass the note to Mr.Lorry, and do you make any gesture that will attract Mr. Lorry’sattention, and show him where you stand. Then what you have to do, is,to remain there until he wants you.”“Is that all, sir?”... | 1Dickens |
produced. Give the child into my hands, and I will do my best to bringyou off. If you are saved, your child is saved too; if you are lost,your child is still saved.” Put the case that this was done, and thatthe woman was cleared.”“I understand you perfectly.”“But that I make no admissions?”“That you make no admissions.... | 1Dickens |
the bars, and put his hand to his hat—which had a greasy and fattysurface like cold broth—with a half-serious and half-jocose military“Colonel, to you!” said Wemmick; “how are you, Colonel?”“All right, Mr. Wemmick.”“Everything was done that could be done, but the evidence was toostrong for us, Colonel.”“Yes, it was too... | 1Dickens |
The freshness of her beauty was indeed gone, but its indescribablemajesty and its indescribable charm remained. Those attractions in it,I had seen before; what I had never seen before, was the saddened,softened light of the once proud eyes; what I had never felt before wasthe friendly touch of the once insensible hand.... | 1Dickens |
from the window. For five days this cruel imprisonment continued, withhardly enough food to hold body and soul together. This afternoon agood lunch was brought me, but the moment after I took it I knew that Ihad been drugged. In a sort of dream I remember being half-led,half-carried to the carriage; in the same state I... | 2Doyle |
all old men: and they like gruel like anything!""Well, then YOUR uncles are--"94. "Do come away! I can't stand this squeezing any more. Nocrowded shops are comfortable, you know very well.""Well, who expects to be comfortable, out shopping?""Why, I do, of course! And I'm sure there are some shops, furtherdown the s... | 0Caroll |
“That’s a fair young lady to hand to a coach in the dark, Mr. Darnay!” he said, filling his new goblet.A slight frown and a laconic “Yes,” were the answer.“That’s a fair young lady to be pitied by and wept for by! How does itfeel? Is it worth being tried for one’s life, to be the object of suchsympathy and compassion, ... | 1Dickens |
entreating and beseeching for mercy; now full of vehement agony ofaction, with a small clear space about him as the people drew oneanother back that they might see; now, a log of dead wood drawn througha forest of legs; he was hauled to the nearest street corner where oneof the fatal lamps swung, and there Madame Defar... | 1Dickens |
She came down from her bed, to look at him in his sleep that night. Heslept heavily, and his tray of shoemaking tools, and his old unfinishedwork, were all as usual.“Sydney,” said Mr. Stryver, on that self-same night, or morning, to hisjackal; “mix another bowl of punch; I have something to say to you.”Sydney had been ... | 1Dickens |
My friend smiled and shook his head.“I play the game for the game’s own sake,” said he. “But the problemcertainly presents some points of interest, and I shall be very pleasedto look into it. Some more facts, please.”“I have jotted down the more essential ones upon this sheet of paper,together with a few addresses whic... | 2Doyle |
Surrey Richmond. The distance is ten miles. I am to have a carriage,and you are to take me. This is my purse, and you are to pay my chargesout of it. O, you must take the purse! We have no choice, you and I,but to obey our instructions. We are not free to follow our owndevices, you and I.”As she looked at me in giving ... | 1Dickens |
space, and seemed quite satisfied with the result. Occasionally, he wastripped up by some orthographical stumbling-block; but on the whole hegot on very well indeed; and when he had signed his name, and hadremoved a finishing blot from the paper to the crown of his head withhis two forefingers, he got up and hovered ab... | 1Dickens |
“You will excuse this mask,” continued our strange visitor. “The augustperson who employs me wishes his agent to be unknown to you, and I mayconfess at once that the title by which I have just called myself isnot exactly my own.”“I was aware of it,” said Holmes dryly.“The circumstances are of great delicacy, and every ... | 2Doyle |
which I had lost in the night, of his being found out as a returnedtransport. Waking, I never lost that fear.He came round at the appointed time, took out his jackknife, and satdown to his meal. He was full of plans “for his gentleman’s coming outstrong, and like a gentleman,” and urged me to begin speedily upon thepoc... | 1Dickens |
of your bridge, and you know the end of it. Serve a friend with it, andyou may know the end of it too,—but it’s a less pleasant and profitableI could have posted a newspaper in his mouth, he made it so wide after“This is very discouraging,” said I.“Meant to be so,” said Wemmick.“Then is it your opinion,” I inquired, wi... | 1Dickens |
The finger still was there."Spirit!" he cried, tight clutching at its robe, "hear me!I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I musthave been but for this intercourse. Why show me this, if Iam past all hope!"For the first time the hand appeared to shake."Good Spirit," he pursued, as down upon the ground hefell bef... | 1Dickens |
you tell me—” she began, looking timidly at the Red Queen.“Speak when you’re spoken to!” The Queen sharply interrupted her.“But if everybody obeyed that rule,” said Alice, who was always readyfor a little argument, “and if you only spoke when you were spoken to,and the other person always waited for _you_ to begin, you... | 0Caroll |
is a distinct element of danger.”“Can I be of assistance?”“Your presence might be invaluable.”“Then I shall certainly come.”“It is very kind of you.”“You speak of danger. You have evidently seen more in these rooms thanwas visible to me.”“No, but I fancy that I may have deduced a little more. I imagine thatyou saw all ... | 2Doyle |
an acquaintance with his valet, learned that his master had cut hishead the night before, and, finally, at the expense of six shillings,made all sure by buying a pair of his cast-off shoes. With these Ijourneyed down to Streatham and saw that they exactly fitted the“I saw an ill-dressed vagabond in the lane yesterday e... | 2Doyle |
sheep-bell. The sheep stopped in their eating and looked timidly at us;and the cattle, their heads turned from the wind and sleet, staredangrily as if they held us responsible for both annoyances; but, exceptthese things, and the shudder of the dying day in every blade of grass,there was no break in the bleak stillness... | 1Dickens |
ostrich. The beach was a desert of heaps of sea and stones tumblingwildly about, and the sea did what it liked, and what it liked wasdestruction. It thundered at the town, and thundered at the cliffs, andbrought the coast down, madly. The air among the houses was of so stronga piscatory flavour that one might have supp... | 1Dickens |
happened to twinkle with a tear.“What are you about?” demanded Wemmick, with the utmost indignation.“What do you come snivelling here for?”“I didn’t go to do it, Mr. Wemmick.”“You did,” said Wemmick. “How dare you? You’re not in a fit state tocome here, if you can’t come here without spluttering like a bad pen.What do ... | 1Dickens |
occasional look which had a tendency in it to dark doubt and dread.“You speak so feelingly and so manfully, Charles Darnay, that I thankyou with all my heart, and will open all my heart--or nearly so. Haveyou any reason to believe that Lucie loves you?”“None. As yet, none.”“Is it the immediate object of this confidence... | 1Dickens |
“And how much have you got?” asked my sister, laughing. Positively“What would present company say to ten pound?” demanded Joe.“They’d say,” returned my sister, curtly, “pretty well. Not too much,“It’s more than that, then,” said Joe.That fearful Impostor, Pumblechook, immediately nodded, and said, as herubbed the arms ... | 1Dickens |
sat leaning back, with his torn gown half off him, his untidy wig puton just as it had happened to light on his head after its removal, hishands in his pockets, and his eyes on the ceiling as they had been allday. Something especially reckless in his demeanour, not only gave hima disreputable look, but so diminished th... | 1Dickens |
throughout, that he kept everything under his own hand, and distributedThere was a bookcase in the room; I saw from the backs of the books,that they were about evidence, criminal law, criminal biography,trials, acts of Parliament, and such things. The furniture was all verysolid and good, like his watch-chain. It had a... | 1Dickens |
Becoming immediately sensible of the impropriety,he poked the fire, and extinguished the last frail spark"Let me hear another sound from you," saidScrooge, "and you'll keep your Christmas by losingyour situation! You're quite a powerful speaker,sir," he added, turning to his nephew. "I wonder youdon't go into Parliamen... | 1Dickens |
“Gabelle. And what is the message to the unfortunate Gabelle in prison?”“Simply, ‘that he has received the letter, and will come.’”“He will start upon his journey to-morrow night.”He helped Mr. Lorry to wrap himself in a number of coats and cloaks,and went out with him from the warm atmosphere of the old Bank, into the... | 1Dickens |
“A moderate walk along this moor-path brings us to Merripit House,” said he. “Perhaps you will spare an hour that I may have the pleasure of introducing you to my sister.” My first thought was that I should be by Sir Henry’s side. But then I remembered the pile of papers and bills with which h... | 2Doyle |
Her father considered a little before he answered:“You have seen Mr. Carton here, yourself. Mr. Stryver is here too,occasionally. If it be at all, it can only be by one of these.”“Or both,” said Darnay.“I had not thought of both; I should not think either, likely. You wanta promise from me. Tell me what it is.”“It is, ... | 1Dickens |
“Well, then, of course I saw it all, and I ran off as hard as my feetwould carry me to this man Breckinridge; but he had sold the lot atonce, and not one word would he tell me as to where they had gone. Youheard him yourselves to-night. Well, he has always answered me likethat. My sister thinks that I am going mad. Som... | 2Doyle |
turned uncomfortably cold when he began to wonder whichof his curtains this new spectre would draw back, he putthem every one aside with his own hands; and lying downagain, established a sharp look-out all round the bed. Forhe wished to challenge the Spirit on the moment of itsappearance, and did not wish to be taken b... | 1Dickens |
“You cannot love him, Estella!”Her fingers stopped for the first time, as she retorted rather angrily,“What have I told you? Do you still think, in spite of it, that I donot mean what I say?”“You would never marry him, Estella?”She looked towards Miss Havisham, and considered for a moment with herwork in her hands. The... | 1Dickens |
our conjectures were set at rest by a visit from Stapleton himself that very afternoon. He had come to offer apologies for his rudeness of the morning, and after a long private interview with Sir Henry in his study the upshot of their conversation was that the breach is quite healed, and that ... | 2Doyle |
“What might have been your opinion of the place?”“A most beastly place. Mudbank, mist, swamp, and work; work, swamp,They both execrated the place in very strong language, and graduallygrowled themselves out, and had nothing left to say.After overhearing this dialogue, I should assuredly have got down andbeen left in th... | 1Dickens |
“I’ll hear what you have got to say. Yes, I’ll go with you.”“I propose that we first conduct your sister safely to the corner of herown street. Let me take your arm, Miss Pross. This is not a good city,at this time, for you to be out in, unprotected; and as your escortknows Mr. Barsad, I will invite him to Mr. Lorry’s ... | 1Dickens |
"There will be nonsense in it!"-- While Tertia interrupts the tale Not _more_ than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird o... | 0Caroll |
Jaggers’s room seemed to have been shuffling up and down the staircasefor years. In the front first floor, a clerk who looked somethingbetween a publican and a rat-catcher—a large pale, puffed, swollenman—was attentively engaged with three or four people of shabbyappearance, whom he treated as unceremoniously as everyb... | 1Dickens |
himself in Mr. Lorry’s room again, where he found the old gentlemanwalking to and fro in restless anxiety. He said he had been with Lucieuntil just now, and had only left her for a few minutes, to come andkeep his appointment. Her father had not been seen, since he quitted thebanking-house towards four o’clock. She had... | 1Dickens |
of a young woman, and that the figure upon which it now hung loose hadshrunk to skin and bone. Once, I had been taken to see some ghastlywaxwork at the Fair, representing I know not what impossible personagelying in state. Once, I had been taken to one of our old marsh churchesto see a skeleton in the ashes of a rich d... | 1Dickens |
between you and your father?“The Coroner: How was it, then, that he uttered it before he saw you,and before he even knew that you had returned from Bristol?“Witness (with considerable confusion): I do not know.“A Juryman: Did you see nothing which aroused your suspicions when youreturned on hearing the cry and found yo... | 2Doyle |
burnt out, and the day is gleaming in above those shutters and betweenthose iron bars, that I have now a secret to communicate. Ask him, is“It is so,” assented Defarge again.“I communicate to him that secret. I smite this bosom with these twohands as I smite it now, and I tell him, ‘Defarge, I was brought upamong the f... | 1Dickens |
dinner: then, when the miserable day came, I should have to go withoutfifty dinners at once! Well, I shouldn’t mind _that_ much! I’d farrather go without them than eat them!“Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice andsoft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all overoutside. I wo... | 0Caroll |
of Dr. Shlessinger’s left ear. Holmes’s ideas of humour are strange andoccasionally offensive, so I took no notice of his ill-timedjest—indeed, I had already reached Montpellier in my pursuit of themaid, Marie, before his message came.I had no difficulty in finding the ex-servant and in learning all thatshe could tell ... | 2Doyle |
was conscious of a thick, musky odour, subtle and nauseous. At the veryfirst whiff of it my brain and my imagination were beyond all control.A thick, black cloud swirled before my eyes, and my mind told me thatin this cloud, unseen as yet, but about to spring out upon my appalledsenses, lurked all that was vaguely horr... | 2Doyle |
little garden by the side of the lane, and, after throwing out in ageneral way for the elevation of her spirits, that I should neverforget her, said I had a favour to ask of her.“And it is, Biddy,” said I, “that you will not omit any opportunity ofhelping Joe on, a little.”“How helping him on?” asked Biddy, with a stea... | 1Dickens |
those stones. From being irresolute and purposeless, his feet becameanimated by an intention, and, in the working out of that intention,they took him to the Doctor’s door.He was shown up-stairs, and found Lucie at her work, alone. She hadnever been quite at her ease with him, and received him with some littleembarrassm... | 1Dickens |
rheumatism. He has, for many years, lived in a small farm upon theDowns five miles from Eastbourne, where his time is divided betweenphilosophy and agriculture. During this period of rest he has refusedthe most princely offers to take up various cases, having determinedthat his retirement was a permanent one. The appro... | 2Doyle |
court-yard, with keys in her hand.“This,” said Mr. Pumblechook, “is Pip.”“This is Pip, is it?” returned the young lady, who was very pretty andseemed very proud; “come in, Pip.”Mr. Pumblechook was coming in also, when she stopped him with the gate.“Oh!” she said. “Did you wish to see Miss Havisham?”“If Miss Havisham wi... | 1Dickens |
| | 0 | | | | | | | | 1 | 0 | | | | | | |This tells us, with regard to the xy'-Square, that it is wholly'empty', since BOTH compartments are so marked. With regard tothe xy-Square, it tells us that it is ... | 0Caroll |
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side of my pillow, on that, at the head of the bed, at the foot, behindthe half-opened door of the dressing-room, in the dressing-room, in theroom overhead, in the room beneath,—everywhere. At last, when the nightwas slow to creep on towards two o’clock, I felt that I absolutelycould no longer bear the place as a place... | 1Dickens |
she sat reading her book of dignities after prescribing Bed as asovereign remedy for baby, I thought—Well—No, I wouldn’t.As I had grown accustomed to my expectations, I had insensibly begun tonotice their effect upon myself and those around me. Their influence onmy own character I disguised from my recognition as much ... | 1Dickens |
red-eyed little Jew who came into the Close while I was loiteringthere, in company with a second little Jew whom he sent upon an errand;and while the messenger was gone, I remarked this Jew, who was of ahighly excitable temperament, performing a jig of anxiety under alamp-post and accompanying himself, in a kind of fre... | 1Dickens |
glancing upward at the moon, “until to-morrow. I can’t sleep.”It was not a reckless manner, the manner in which he said these wordsaloud under the fast-sailing clouds, nor was it more expressive ofnegligence than defiance. It was the settled manner of a tired man, whohad wandered and struggled and got lost, but who at ... | 1Dickens |
Baker Street. But even so it was twenty-five to eight as we passed BigBen, and eight struck as we tore down the Brixton Road. But others werelate as well as we. Ten minutes after the hour the hearse was stillstanding at the door of the house, and even as our foaming horse cameto a halt the coffin, supported by three me... | 2Doyle |
fencing-match, on the authority of whose practised eye and nicediscrimination the finest strokes were judged. This gradually led to awant of toleration for him, and even—on his being detected in holyorders, and declining to perform the funeral service—to the generalindignation taking the form of nuts. Lastly, Ophelia w... | 1Dickens |
place to himself. There was a good deal of tidying up to do inside hisstudy and he set himself to do it until his keen, handsome face wasflushed with the heat of the burning papers. A leather valise stoodbeside his table, and into this he began to pack very neatly andsystematically the precious contents of his safe. He... | 2Doyle |
why should she come at all? I was Isa Whitney’s medical adviser, and assuch I had influence over him. I could manage it better if I werealone. I promised her on my word that I would send him home in a cabwithin two hours if he were indeed at the address which she had givenme. And so in ten minutes I had left my armchai... | 2Doyle |
the last fragments of gravy round and round his plate, as if to makethe most of an allowance, and then drying his finger-ends on it, andthen swallowing it,—in these ways and a thousand other small namelessinstances arising every minute in the day, there was Prisoner, Felon,Bondsman, plain as plain could be.It had been ... | 1Dickens |
monsters half so horrible and dread.Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown tohim in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, butthe words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lieof such enormous magnitude."Spirit! are they yours?" Scrooge could say no more."They are Man's," said the Spiri... | 1Dickens |
| 0 | | | 0 | | All y are x'; | | | i.e. All nice are not-new. | 1 | |This may be taken to be a cupboard divided in the same way as thelast, but ALSO divided into two portions, for the Attribute m. Letus give to m the meaning "wholesome": and let us suppose that allWHO... | 0Caroll |
“Not a doubt of it. It is a very urgent message, thrice repeated tomake it more so. But beware of what? Wait a bit, he is coming to theAgain we saw the dim silhouette of a crouching man and the whisk of thesmall flame across the window as the signals were renewed. They camemore rapidly than before—so rapid that it was ... | 2Doyle |
drive which was banked with high evergreen shrubs. It was an old,tumbledown building in a crazy state of disrepair. When the trap pulledup on the grass-grown drive in front of the blotched andweather-stained door, I had doubts as to my wisdom in visiting a manwhom I knew so slightly. He opened the door himself, however... | 2Doyle |
Bestowing a word of promise here and a smile there, a whisper on onehappy slave and a wave of the hand on another, Monseigneur affablypassed through his rooms to the remote region of the Circumference ofTruth. There, Monseigneur turned, and came back again, and so in duecourse of time got himself shut up in his sanctua... | 1Dickens |
The children's faces, hushed and clustered round to hear whatthey so little understood, were brighter; and it was a happierhouse for this man's death! The only emotion that theGhost could show him, caused by the event, was one of"Let me see some tenderness connected with a death," saidScrooge; "or that dark chamber, Sp... | 1Dickens |
and, to my amazement, I may even add to my terror, dropped on her kneesat my feet; with her folded hands raised to me in the manner in which,when her poor heart was young and fresh and whole, they must often havebeen raised to heaven from her mother’s side.To see her with her white hair and her worn face kneeling at my... | 1Dickens |
was worth an effort to preserve it. The daughter was of a good, amiabledisposition, but affectionate and warm-hearted in her ways, so that itwas evident that with her fair personal advantages, and her littleincome, she would not be allowed to remain single long. Now hermarriage would mean, of course, the loss of a hund... | 2Doyle |
self-exhausting effort of my fretfulness, for after that I sleptWednesday morning was dawning when I looked out of window. The winkinglights upon the bridges were already pale, the coming sun was like amarsh of fire on the horizon. The river, still dark and mysterious, wasspanned by bridges that were turning coldly gre... | 1Dickens |
“Coarse writing,” murmured Holmes. “Surely this is not your husband’s“No, but the enclosure is.”“I perceive also that whoever addressed the envelope had to go andinquire as to the address.”“How can you tell that?”“The name, you see, is in perfectly black ink, which has dried itself.The rest is of the greyish colour, wh... | 2Doyle |
there are about seven hundred thieves in this town who know all aboutthat watch; there’s not a man, a woman, or a child, among them, whowouldn’t identify the smallest link in that chain, and drop it as if itwas red hot, if inveigled into touching it.”At first with such discourse, and afterwards with conversation of amo... | 1Dickens |
fashion, and that for years he has been a desperate and dangerous “We had an example of his readiness of resource that morning when he got away from us so successfully, and also of his audacity in sending back my own name to me through the cabman. From that moment he understood that I had take... | 2Doyle |
If there had been time, I should probably have ordered several suits ofclothes for this occasion; but as there was not, I was fain to becontent with those I had. My appetite vanished instantly, and I knew nopeace or rest until the day arrived. Not that its arrival brought meeither; for, then I was worse than ever, and ... | 1Dickens |
“Say, rather, into the region where we balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination, but we have always some material basis on which to start our speculation. Now, you would call it a guess, no doubt, but I am almost certain that this address ha... | 2Doyle |
The scared look faded from her eyes, and her agitated features smoothedinto their usual commonplace. She sat down in the chair which he had“If I take it up I must understand every detail,” said he. “Take timeto consider. The smallest point may be the most essential. You say thatthe man came ten days ago and paid you fo... | 2Doyle |
lonely man upon the tor and could not feel the thrill which his strange presence and his commanding attitude had given to me. “A warder, no doubt,” said he. “The moor has been thick with them since this fellow escaped.” Well, perhaps his explanation may be the right one, but I should like to h... | 2Doyle |
“Dear old Pip, old chap, you’re a’most come round, sir.”“It has been a memorable time for me, Joe.”“Likeways for myself, sir,” Joe returned.“We have had a time together, Joe, that I can never forget. There weredays once, I know, that I did for a while forget; but I never shall“Pip,” said Joe, appearing a little hurried... | 1Dickens |
“The Stapletons then went down to Devonshire, whither they were soon followed by Sir Henry and you. One word now as to how I stood myself at that time. It may possibly recur to your memory that when I examined the paper upon which the printed words were fastened I made a close inspection for t... | 2Doyle |
that is, with a red counter in No. 5. What would this tell us,with regard to the class of "new Cakes"?Would it not tell us that there are SOME of them in the x y-compartment?That is, that some of them (besides having the Attribute x, whichbelongs to both compartments) have the Attribute y (that is, "nice").This we mig... | 0Caroll |
times round is enough for one dance,” Tweedledum panted out, and theyleft off dancing as suddenly as they had begun: the music stopped atThen they let go of Alice’s hands, and stood looking at her for aminute: there was a rather awkward pause, as Alice didn’t know how tobegin a conversation with people she had just bee... | 0Caroll |
of defiance in his manner, and said, “A last word, Mr. Darnay: you think“I think you have been drinking, Mr. Carton.”“Think? You know I have been drinking.”“Since I must say so, I know it.”“Then you shall likewise know why. I am a disappointed drudge, sir. Icare for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.”“M... | 1Dickens |
of the country where you are located before using this eBook.1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg™ electronic work isderived from texts not protected by U.S. copyright law (does notcontain a notice indicating that it is posted with permission of thecopyright holder), the work can be copied and distributed to a... | 2Doyle |
principal room, while I still observed the proceedings from my post bythe window. The lamps had been lit, but the blinds had not been drawn,so that I could see Holmes as he lay upon the couch. I do not knowwhether he was seized with compunction at that moment for the part hewas playing, but I know that I never felt mor... | 2Doyle |
whether it was ever possible from our windows in Baker Street to seethe loom of the opposite houses. The first day Holmes had spent incross-indexing his huge book of references. The second and third hadbeen patiently occupied upon a subject which he had recently made hishobby—the music of the Middle Ages. But when, for... | 2Doyle |
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