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alive! Foulon who told the starving people they might eat grass! Foulonwho told my old father that he might eat grass, when I had no breadto give him! Foulon who told my baby it might suck grass, when thesebreasts were dry with want! O mother of God, this Foulon! O Heaven oursuffering! Hear me, my dead baby and my with... | 1Dickens |
attentions to the excellent bird which I perceive upon the sideboard.”Sherlock Holmes glanced sharply across at me with a slight shrug of his“There is your hat, then, and there your bird,” said he. “By the way,would it bore you to tell me where you got the other one from? I amsomewhat of a fowl fancier, and I have seld... | 2Doyle |
think for you; that’s enough for you. If I want you, I know where tofind you; I don’t want you to find me. Now I won’t have it. I won’tThe two men looked at one another as Mr. Jaggers waved them behindagain, and humbly fell back and were heard no more.“And now _you_!” said Mr. Jaggers, suddenly stopping, and turning on... | 1Dickens |
could have got this thing?”“I can’t think. My mind is gone. For heaven’s sake help me!”“Yes, I will help you. I’ll help you to understand just where you areand how you got there. I’d like you to know before you die.”“Give me something to ease my pain.”“Painful, is it? Yes, the coolies used to do some squealing towards ... | 2Doyle |
been presented in the worst light at his trial, who had since brokenprison and had been tried again, who had returned from transportationunder a life sentence, and who had occasioned the death of the man whowas the cause of his arrest.As we returned towards the setting sun we had yesterday left behind us,and as the str... | 1Dickens |
me to rise too, or I could not have still supported him.“‘Marquis,’ said the boy, turned to him with his eyes opened wide, andhis right hand raised, ‘in the days when all these things are to beanswered for, I summon you and yours, to the last of your bad race, toanswer for them. I mark this cross of blood upon you, as ... | 1Dickens |
and was refused. The trial came on at once, and, when he was put to thebar, he was seated in a chair. No objection was made to my gettingclose to the dock, on the outside of it, and holding the hand that hestretched forth to me.The trial was very short and very clear. Such things as could be saidfor him were said,—how ... | 1Dickens |
and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair hometogether, and to rest in her bosom.“Brave and generous friend, will you let me ask you one last question? Iam very ignorant, and it troubles me--just a little.”“Tell me what it is.”“I have a cousin, an only relative and an orphan, like myself, whom Il... | 1Dickens |
placid and sheltered, inviting the storm-tossed craft to tack into itfor rest and protection.Then come the sudden swirl round of the wind, the blistering gale fromthe south-west, the dragging anchor, the lee shore, and the last battlein the creaming breakers. The wise mariner stands far out from thatOn the land side ou... | 2Doyle |
clear that in spite of Holmes’s ruse we had no proof that Barrymore had not been in London all the time. Suppose that it were so—suppose that the same man had been the last who had seen Sir Charles alive, and the first to dog the new heir when he returned to England. What then? Was he the agen... | 2Doyle |
“The cunning dog has covered his tracks,” said he. “He has left nothingto incriminate him. His dangerous correspondence has been destroyed orremoved. This is our last chance.”It was a small tin cash-box which stood upon the writing-desk. Holmespried it open with his chisel. Several rolls of paper were within,covered wi... | 2Doyle |
toilettes of flaring Jezebels, the churches that are not my father’shouse but dens of thieves, the huts of millions of starving peasants!No; the great magician who majestically works out the appointed orderof the Creator, never reverses his transformations. “If thou be changedinto this shape by the will of God,” say th... | 1Dickens |
feed him once a day, and not too much then, so that he is always askeen as mustard. Toller lets him loose every night, and God help thetrespasser whom he lays his fangs upon. For goodness’ sake don’t youever on any pretext set your foot over the threshold at night, for it’sas much as your life is worth.’“The warning wa... | 2Doyle |
this note aloud, “to where his wife resides?”Scarcely noticing as yet, in what a curiously reserved and mechanicalway Defarge spoke, Mr. Lorry put on his hat and they went down into thecourtyard. There, they found two women; one, knitting.“Madame Defarge, surely!” said Mr. Lorry, who had left her in exactlythe same att... | 1Dickens |
deafened. She started to her feet and sprang across the little brook in* * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * *and had just time to see the Lion and the Unicorn rise to their feet,with angry looks at being interrupted in their feast, ... | 0Caroll |
his escape. Boots, shirt, cap—it was all Sir Henry’s. The tragedy was still black enough, but this man had at least deserved death by the laws of his country. I told Holmes how the matter stood, my heart bubbling over with thankfulness and joy. “Then the clothes have been the poor devil’s deat... | 2Doyle |
head. I acknowledged his attention incoherently, and began to thinkthis was a dream.“Dear me!” said Mr. Pocket, Junior. “This door sticks so!”As he was fast making jam of his fruit by wrestling with the door whilethe paper-bags were under his arms, I begged him to allow me to holdthem. He relinquished them with an agre... | 1Dickens |
overtopped every other consideration that we both burst out into a roar“I cannot see that there is anything very funny,” cried our client,flushing up to the roots of his flaming head. “If you can do nothingbetter than laugh at me, I can go elsewhere.”“No, no,” cried Holmes, shoving him back into the chair from which he... | 2Doyle |
of the four thousand pounds; but it appeared to make the sum of moneymore to him, and he had a manifest relish in insisting on its beingThis account gave me great joy, as it perfected the only good thing Ihad done. I asked Joe whether he had heard if any of the otherrelations had any legacies?“Miss Sarah,” said Joe, “s... | 1Dickens |
There were grave events afoot, as the sequel showed, and the coaxing ofScott Eccles to Wisteria Lodge had some connection with them.”“But what possible connection?”“Let us take it link by link. There is, on the face of it, somethingunnatural about this strange and sudden friendship between the youngSpaniard and Scott E... | 2Doyle |
curiously employed at present, for, being an amateur astronomer, he has an excellent telescope, with which he lies upon the roof of his own house and sweeps the moor all day in the hope of catching a glimpse of the escaped convict. If he would confine his energies to this all would be well, bu... | 2Doyle |
“I had come to these conclusions before ever I had entered his room. Aninspection of his chair showed me that he had been in the habit ofstanding on it, which of course would be necessary in order that heshould reach the ventilator. The sight of the safe, the saucer of milk,and the loop of whipcord were enough to final... | 2Doyle |
much better cause, making the most strenuous exertions to compress itwithin those limits. Again I thanked him and apologised, and again hesaid in the cheerfullest manner, “Not at all, I am sure!” and resumed.“There appeared upon the scene—say at the races, or the public balls,or anywhere else you like—a certain man, wh... | 1Dickens |
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course done, lying side by side in their last earthly bed, and I knowthat each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other’s soul,than I was in the souls of both.“I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a manwinning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see himwinning it so... | 1Dickens |
who fainted on Brixton bus’—she does not interest me. ‘Every day myheart longs—’ Bleat, Watson—unmitigated bleat! Ah, this is a littlemore possible. Listen to this: ‘Be patient. Will find some sure meansof communications. Meanwhile, this column. G.’ That is two days afterMrs. Warren’s lodger arrived. It sounds plausibl... | 2Doyle |
attached to it. He opened this, carefully, on his knee, and it containeda very little quantity of hair: not more than one or two long goldenhairs, which he had, in some old day, wound off upon his finger.He took her hair into his hand again, and looked closely at it. “It isthe same. How can it be! When was it! How was ... | 1Dickens |
monsieur; how is he called?--in a little wig--Lorry--of the bank ofTellson and Company--over to England.”“Such is the fact,” repeated Defarge.“Very interesting remembrances!” said the spy. “I have known DoctorManette and his daughter, in England.”“You don’t hear much about them now?” said the spy.“In effect,” madame st... | 1Dickens |
shoulder, so I turned round and looked also. The blind was up and thewindow shut, but I could just make out the bushes on the lawn, and itseemed to me for a moment that I saw something moving among them. Icouldn’t even say if it was man or animal, but I just thought there wassomething there. When I asked him what he wa... | 2Doyle |
perhaps the look of incredulity upon my face, opened a pocket-book andtook out a note.“‘It is also my custom,’ said he, smiling in the most pleasant fashionuntil his eyes were just two little shining slits amid the whitecreases of his face, ‘to advance to my young ladies half their salarybeforehand, so that they may me... | 2Doyle |
“The same reasons that bring you, I expect,” said Gregson. “How you goton to it I can’t imagine.”“Different threads, but leading up to the same tangle. I’ve been taking“Yes, from that window. They broke off in the middle. We came over tosee the reason. But since it is safe in your hands I see no object in“Wait a bit!” ... | 2Doyle |
her match, were sufficient to put me upon an entirely wrong scent. Ican only claim the merit that I instantly reconsidered my positionwhen, however, it became clear to me that whatever danger threatened anoccupant of the room could not come either from the window or the door.My attention was speedily drawn, as I have a... | 2Doyle |
letter, and read it. These were its contents:“Prison of the Abbaye, Paris.“June 21, 1792. “MONSIEUR HERETOFORE THE MARQUIS.“After having long been in danger of my life at the hands of thevillage, I have been seized, with great violence and indignity, andbrought a long journey on foot to Paris. On the road I have suffer... | 1Dickens |
“Now lookee here,” he said, “the question being whether you’re to belet to live. You know what a file is?”“And you know what wittles is?”After each question he tilted me over a little more, so as to give me agreater sense of helplessness and danger.“You get me a file.” He tilted me again. “And you get me wittles.” Heti... | 1Dickens |
make it? Twenty. So did I. That should mean T. AT—that’s intelligibleenough. Another T. Surely this is the beginning of a second word. Now,then—TENTA. Dead stop. That can’t be all, Watson? ATTENTA gives nosense. Nor is it any better as three words AT, TEN, TA, unless T. A.are a person’s initials. There it goes again! W... | 2Doyle |
"Good Heaven!" said Scrooge, clasping his hands together,as he looked about him. "I was bred in this place. I wasThe Spirit gazed upon him mildly. Its gentle touch,though it had been light and instantaneous, appeared stillpresent to the old man's sense of feeling. He was consciousof a thousand odours floating in the ai... | 1Dickens |
on Bosworth Field, and in the greatest agonies at Glastonbury. Orlicksometimes growled, “Beat it out, beat it out,—Old Clem! With a clinkfor the stout,—Old Clem!” I thought he had been drinking, but he wasThus, we came to the village. The way by which we approached it took uspast the Three Jolly Bargemen, which we were... | 1Dickens |
First of all about the test telegram, which you sent from London in order to make sure that Barrymore was really here. I have already explained that the testimony of the postmaster shows that the test was worthless and that we have no proof one way or the other. I told Sir Henry how the matter... | 2Doyle |
on to the top of the chaise, the children bade the schoolmastergood-bye right willingly; and getting into it, drovegaily down the garden-sweep: the quick wheels dashing thehoar-frost and snow from off the dark leaves of the evergreens"Always a delicate creature, whom a breath might havewithered," said the Ghost. "But s... | 1Dickens |
boldly reading the Lord’s Prayer backwards for a great number of years,and performing many other potent spells for compelling the Evil One, nosooner beheld him in his terrors than he took to his noble heels.The shining Bull’s Eye of the Court was gone, or it would have been themark for a hurricane of national bullets. ... | 1Dickens |
and today they have sneaked one of the black. Well, have you got it? Speak out, man, and don’t stand staring!” An agitated German waiter had appeared upon the scene. “No, sir; I have made inquiry all over the hotel, but I can hear no word of it.” “Well, either that boot comes back before ... | 2Doyle |
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“By train from Waterloo.”“It is not yet nine. The streets will be crowded, so I trust that youmay be in safety. And yet you cannot guard yourself too closely.”“That is well. To-morrow I shall set to work upon your case.”“I shall see you at Horsham, then?”“No, your secret lies in London. It is there that I shall seek it... | 2Doyle |
the level of these poor peasants, who are not content with a mere fiend dog but must needs describe him with hell-fire shooting from his mouth and eyes. Holmes would not listen to such fancies, and I am his agent. But facts are facts, and I have twice heard this crying upon the moor. Suppose t... | 2Doyle |
their heads like extinguishers, and drank all that trickled down theirfaces—others upset the decanters, and drank the wine as it ran off theedges of the table—and three of them (who looked like kangaroos)scrambled into the dish of roast mutton, and began eagerly lapping upthe gravy, “just like pigs in a trough!” though... | 0Caroll |
as I understand, because your new lodger remains in his rooms and youcannot see him. Why, bless you, Mrs. Warren, if I were your lodger youoften would not see me for weeks on end.”“No doubt, sir; but this is different. It frightens me, Mr. Holmes. Ican’t sleep for fright. To hear his quick step moving here and movingth... | 2Doyle |
been in his company and never left him all the night in question.”“Now, be careful. In what station of life is this man?”Mike looked at his cap, and looked at the floor, and looked at theceiling, and looked at the clerk, and even looked at me, beforebeginning to reply in a nervous manner, “We’ve dressed him up like—”wh... | 1Dickens |
us together, and a community of interests in science kept us so. He had brought back much scientific information from South Africa, and many a charming evening we have spent together discussing the comparative anatomy of the Bushman and the “Within the last few months it became increasingly pl... | 2Doyle |
followed and a surpliced clergyman, who seemed to be expostulating withthem. They were all three standing in a knot in front of the altar. Ilounged up the side aisle like any other idler who has dropped into achurch. Suddenly, to my surprise, the three at the altar faced round tome, and Godfrey Norton came running as h... | 2Doyle |
“I tell you it was your doing,—I tell you it was done through you,” heretorted, catching up the gun, and making a blow with the stock at thevacant air between us. “I come upon her from behind, as I come upon youto-night. _I_ giv’ it her! I left her for dead, and if there had been alimekiln as nigh her as there is now n... | 1Dickens |
“We’re hunting in couples again, Doctor, you see,” said Jones in hisconsequential way. “Our friend here is a wonderful man for starting achase. All he wants is an old dog to help him to do the running down.”“I hope a wild goose may not prove to be the end of our chase,”observed Mr. Merryweather gloomily.“You may place ... | 2Doyle |
office floor, to express that Australia was understood, for thepurposes of the figure, to be symmetrically on the opposite spot of theglobe. “If there was anything deeper,” added Wemmick, bringing his pento paper, “he’d be it.”Then, I said I supposed he had a fine business, and Wemmick said,“Ca-pi-tal!” Then I asked if... | 1Dickens |
madame, drawing a breath and nodding her head with a stern kind ofcoquetry, “I’ll use it!”It was remarkable; but, the taste of Saint Antoine seemed to bedecidedly opposed to a rose on the head-dress of Madame Defarge. Twomen had entered separately, and had been about to order drink, when,catching sight of that novelty,... | 1Dickens |
morning, and on inquiring at Paddington as to where I might find adoctor, a worthy fellow very kindly escorted me here. I gave the maid acard, but I see that she has left it upon the side-table.”I took it up and glanced at it. “Mr. Victor Hatherley, hydraulicengineer, 16A, Victoria Street (3rd floor).” That was the nam... | 2Doyle |
handsome man, not past the prime of life.His daughter had one of her hands drawn through his arm, as she sat byhim, and the other pressed upon it. She had drawn close to him, in herdread of the scene, and in her pity for the prisoner. Her forehead hadbeen strikingly expressive of an engrossing terror and compassionthat... | 1Dickens |
sunburned fellow, who looks as if he would be more at home in afarmers’ inn than in a fashionable hotel. A hard, fierce man, I shouldthink, and one whom I should be sorry to offend.”Already the mystery began to define itself, as figures grow clearerwith the lifting of a fog. Here was this good and pious lady pursuedfro... | 2Doyle |
stopped. It was so thick that nothing could be seen, and we had nodifficulty in lowering West’s body on to the train. That was the end ofthe matter so far as I was concerned.”“He said nothing, but he had caught me once with his keys, and I thinkthat he suspected. I read in his eyes that he suspected. As you know,he nev... | 2Doyle |
last: “a hill _can’t_ be a valley, you know. That would be nonsense—”The Red Queen shook her head, “You may call it ‘nonsense’ if you like,”she said, “but _I’ve_ heard nonsense, compared with which that would beas sensible as a dictionary!”Alice curtseyed again, as she was afraid from the Queen’s tone that shewas a _li... | 0Caroll |
as yet not universally acknowledged townsman TOOBY, the poet of ourcolumns!) that the youth’s earliest patron, companion, and friend, wasa highly respected individual not entirely unconnected with the cornand seed trade, and whose eminently convenient and commodious businesspremises are situate within a hundred miles o... | 1Dickens |
"But he was very light to carry," she resumed, intent uponher work, "and his father loved him so, that it was notrouble: no trouble. And there is your father at the door!"She hurried out to meet him; and little Bob in his comforter--he had need of it, poor fellow--came in. His teawas ready for him on the hob, and they ... | 1Dickens |
mysterious young man, the file, the food, and the dreadful pledge I wasunder to commit a larceny on those sheltering premises, rose before mein the avenging coals.“Hah!” said Mrs. Joe, restoring Tickler to his station. “Churchyard,indeed! You may well say churchyard, you two.” One of us, by the by,had not said it at al... | 1Dickens |
appears on the surface. The first thing that strikes one is the obviouspossibility that the person now in the rooms may be entirely differentfrom the one who engaged them.”“Why should you think so?”“Well, apart from this cigarette-end, was it not suggestive that theonly time the lodger went out was immediately after hi... | 2Doyle |
“I thought he was rather a handsome fellow, and I thought I should havebeen much the same sort of fellow, if I had had any luck.”Mr. Stryver laughed till he shook his precocious paunch.“You and your luck, Sydney! Get to work, get to work.”Sullenly enough, the jackal loosened his dress, went into an adjoiningroom, and c... | 1Dickens |
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“Quite in the back row, eh? But her brother was well up to the front. Did you see him come out on us?” “Did he ever strike you as being crazy—this brother of hers?” “I can’t say that he ever did.” “I dare say not. I always thought him sane enough until today, but you can take it from me t... | 2Doyle |
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in what benighted mind he had, he said, in a dialect that was just“How goes it, Jacques?”They joined hands, and the man sat down on the heap of stones.“Nothing but supper now,” said the mender of roads, with a hungry face.“It is the fashion,” growled the man. “I meet no dinner anywhere.”He took out a blackened pipe, fi... | 1Dickens |
drove away. Not many people had talked with him at the reception; he hadstood in a little space apart, and Monseigneur might have been warmerin his manner. It appeared, under the circumstances, rather agreeableto him to see the common people dispersed before his horses, andoften barely escaping from being run down. His... | 1Dickens |
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and in EVERY one the answer will be "No information!", showing thatthere is NO CONCLUSION AT ALL. For instance, "All soldiers are brave; Some Englishmen are brave. &there4 Some Englishmen are soldiers."looks uncommonly LIKE a Syllogism, and might easily take in aless experienced Logician.... | 0Caroll |
“You have no time to ask me why I bring it, or what it means; I haveno time to tell you. You must comply with it--take off those boots youwear, and draw on these of mine.”There was a chair against the wall of the cell, behind the prisoner.Carton, pressing forward, had already, with the speed of lightning, gothim down i... | 1Dickens |
rope--Will the roof bear?--Mind that loose slate--Oh, it's coming down!Heads below!" (a loud crash)--"Now, who did that?--It was Bill, Ifancy--Who's to go down the chimney?--Nay, _I_ sha'n't! _You_ doit!--_That_ I won't, then! Bill's to go down--Here, Bill! the mastersays you've to go down the chimney!""Oh! So Bill's g... | 0Caroll |
beautiful than anybody ever was, and I admire her dreadfully, and Iwant to be a gentleman on her account.” Having made this lunaticconfession, I began to throw my torn-up grass into the river, as if Ihad some thoughts of following it.“Do you want to be a gentleman, to spite her or to gain her over?”Biddy quietly asked ... | 1Dickens |
gold corners, with three of the beryls in it, was missing.“‘You blackguard!’ I shouted, beside myself with rage. ‘You havedestroyed it! You have dishonoured me forever! Where are the jewelswhich you have stolen?’“‘Yes, thief!’ I roared, shaking him by the shoulder.“‘There are none missing. There cannot be any missing,’... | 2Doyle |
cheetah, too; perhaps we might find it upon our shoulders at anymoment. I confess that I felt easier in my mind when, after followingHolmes’ example and slipping off my shoes, I found myself inside thebedroom. My companion noiselessly closed the shutters, moved the lamponto the table, and cast his eyes round the room. ... | 2Doyle |
on the earthwork for some time with my chin on my hand, descryingtraces of Miss Havisham and Estella all over the prospect, in the skyand in the water, until at last I resolved to mention a thoughtconcerning them that had been much in my head.“Joe,” said I; “don’t you think I ought to make Miss Havisham a visit?”“Well,... | 1Dickens |
wretched, and had a strong conviction on me that I should never likeJoe’s trade. I had liked it once, but once was not now.It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home. There may beblack ingratitude in the thing, and the punishment may be retributiveand well deserved; but that it is a miserable thing, I can tes... | 1Dickens |
“Plots. Though the just Heaven knows that I am innocent of any. Is itlikely? Who would think of plotting with a poor little weak creatureThe forlorn smile with which she said it, so touched him, that tearsstarted from his eyes.“I am not afraid to die, Citizen Evrémonde, but I have done nothing. Iam not unwilling to die... | 1Dickens |
challenged, hears the rattle of the muskets, hears the orders ‘Makeready! Present! Cover him steady, men!’ and is laid hands on—andthere’s nothin’! Why, if I see one pursuing party last night—coming upin order, Damn ’em, with their tramp, tramp—I see a hundred. And as tofiring! Why, I see the mist shake with the cannon... | 1Dickens |
went together; at other times she was alone; but, she never missed aIt was the dark and dirty corner of a small winding street. The hovelof a cutter of wood into lengths for burning, was the only house at thatend; all else was wall. On the third day of her being there, he noticedThis mode of address was now prescribed ... | 1Dickens |
“You are an Englishman,” I said.“What if I am?” he asked with a most villainous scowl.“May I ask what your name is?”“No, you may not,” said he with decision.The situation was awkward, but the most direct way is often the best.“Where is the Lady Frances Carfax?” I asked.He stared at me with amazement.“What have you done... | 2Doyle |
a cuplike depression, patched with stunted oaks and firs which had been twisted and bent by the fury of years of storm. Two high, narrow towers rose over the trees. The driver pointed with “Baskerville Hall,” said he. Its master had risen and was staring with flushed cheeks and shining ey... | 2Doyle |
otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked unnaturally so.His yellow rags of shirt lay open at the throat, and showed his bodyto be withered and worn. He, and his old canvas frock, and his loosestockings, and all his poor tatters of clothes, had, in a long seclusionfrom direct light and air, faded down to su... | 1Dickens |
remember that our client has rather an early appointment this morning.”“Why, it is after nine now,” I answered. “I should not be surprised ifthat were he. I thought I heard a ring.”It was, indeed, our friend the financier. I was shocked by the changewhich had come over him, for his face which was naturally of a broadan... | 2Doyle |
beside him, and he bent over his work.It happened, at length, that he had occasion to change the instrumentin his hand, for his shoemaker’s knife. It lay on that side of himwhich was not the side on which she stood. He had taken it up, and wasstooping to work again, when his eyes caught the skirt of her dress. Heraised... | 1Dickens |
Walk me, walk me!”I made out from this, that the work I had to do, was to walk MissHavisham round and round the room. Accordingly, I started at once, andshe leaned upon my shoulder, and we went away at a pace that might havebeen an imitation (founded on my first impulse under that roof) of Mr.She was not physically str... | 1Dickens |
“As to me, the greatest desire I have, is to forget that I belong to it.It has no good in it for me--except wine like this--nor I for it. So weare not much alike in that particular. Indeed, I begin to think we arenot much alike in any particular, you and I.”Confused by the emotion of the day, and feeling his being ther... | 1Dickens |
himself in the breast with his blue cap. What did all this portend,and what portended the swift hoisting-up of Monsieur Gabelle behinda servant on horseback, and the conveying away of the said Gabelle(double-laden though the horse was), at a gallop, like a new version ofthe German ballad of Leonora?It portended that th... | 1Dickens |
“Hah!” said the Marquis again, in a well-satisfied manner.“If it ever becomes mine, it shall be put into some hands betterqualified to free it slowly (if such a thing is possible) from theweight that drags it down, so that the miserable people who cannot leaveit and who have been long wrung to the last point of enduran... | 1Dickens |
them, so delighted that I should have come by accident to make theirMy first thought was one of great thankfulness that I had neverbreathed this last baffled hope to Joe. How often, while he was with mein my illness, had it risen to my lips! How irrevocable would have beenhis knowledge of it, if he had remained with me... | 1Dickens |
have gone for no other exit could be discovered, and the ominousbloodstains upon the sill gave little promise that he could savehimself by swimming, for the tide was at its very highest at the moment“And now as to the villains who seemed to be immediately implicated inthe matter. The Lascar was known to be a man of the... | 2Doyle |
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pry into my heart and probe its wounds. “How does she use you, Pip; howdoes she use you?” she asked me again, with her witch-like eagerness,even in Estella’s hearing. But, when we sat by her flickering fire atnight, she was most weird; for then, keeping Estella’s hand drawnthrough her arm and clutched in her own hand, ... | 1Dickens |
as she could. "The game's going on rather better now," she said, by wayof keeping up the conversation a little."'Tis so," said the Duchess: "and the moral of that is--'Oh, 'tis love,'tis love, that makes the world go round!'""Somebody said," Alice whispered, "that it's done by everybody minding"Ah, well! It means much ... | 0Caroll |
then, and the like. Estella smiled with perfect composure, and said shehad no doubt of my having been quite right, and of her having been very“Is _he_ changed?” Miss Havisham asked her.“Very much,” said Estella, looking at me.“Less coarse and common?” said Miss Havisham, playing with Estella’sEstella laughed, and looke... | 1Dickens |
the descent, and open the coach-door to let the passengers in.“Tst! Joe!” cried the coachman in a warning voice, looking down from his“What do you say, Tom?”“I say a horse at a canter coming up, Joe.”“_I_ say a horse at a gallop, Tom,” returned the guard, leaving his holdof the door, and mounting nimbly to his place. “... | 1Dickens |
me. He had been at his books when I had found myself staring at him,and I now saw that he was inky.“Halloa!” said he, “young fellow!”Halloa being a general observation which I had usually observed to bebest answered by itself, _I_ said, “Halloa!” politely omitting young“Who let _you_ in?” said he.“Who gave you leave to... | 1Dickens |
His manner was not effusive. It seldom was; but he was glad, I think,to see me. With hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he wavedme to an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated aspirit case and a gasogene in the corner. Then he stood before the fireand looked me over in his singular introspec... | 2Doyle |
the school which had begun well sank from disrepute into infamy. The Vandeleurs found it convenient to change their name to Stapleton, and he brought the remains of his fortune, his schemes for the future, and his taste for entomology to the south of England. I learned at the British Museum th... | 2Doyle |
should not have thought was in his nature. ‘If you choose to call thepolice, let the police find what they can.’“By this time the whole house was astir, for I had raised my voice inmy anger. Mary was the first to rush into my room, and, at the sight ofthe coronet and of Arthur’s face, she read the whole story and, with... | 2Doyle |
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