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nerves but also from his wounded feelings. His love for the lady was deep and sincere, and to him the saddest part of all this black business was that he should have been deceived by her. “It only remains to indicate the part which she had played throughout. There can be no doubt that Stapleto... | 2Doyle |
before meeting her at the coach-office, with the state of mind in whichI now reflected on the abyss between Estella in her pride and beauty,and the returned transport whom I harboured? The road would be none thesmoother for it, the end would be none the better for it, he would notbe helped, nor I extenuated.A new fear ... | 1Dickens |
was a prospect of my regaining my freedom if certain expenses could be met. It meant everything to me—peace of mind, happiness, self-respect—everything. I knew Sir Charles’s generosity, and I thought that if he heard the story from my own lips he would help “Then how is it that you did not go?... | 2Doyle |
tidings had indeed come suddenly, but that I had always wanted to be agentleman, and had often and often speculated on what I would do, if I“Have you though?” said Joe. “Astonishing!”“It’s a pity now, Joe,” said I, “that you did not get on a little more,when we had our lessons here; isn’t it?”“Well, I don’t know,” retu... | 1Dickens |
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it could not be shown that there had ever before been anything againsthim. He had for years been known as a professional beggar, but his lifeappeared to have been a very quiet and innocent one. There the matterstands at present, and the questions which have to be solved—whatNeville St. Clair was doing in the opium den,... | 2Doyle |
sentiment. I have passed from one to another, in the course of mybusiness life, just as I pass from one of our customers to another inthe course of my business day; in short, I have no feelings; I am a meremachine. To go on--”“But this is my father’s story, sir; and I begin to think”--thecuriously roughened forehead wa... | 1Dickens |
people’s poor grandpapa’s positions!” Then he let himself down again,We all looked awkwardly at the tablecloth while this was going on. Apause succeeded, during which the honest and irrepressible baby made aseries of leaps and crows at little Jane, who appeared to me to be theonly member of the family (irrespective of ... | 1Dickens |
smell of scented soap on his great hand.“I wish to have a private conference with you two,” said he, when hehad surveyed me at his leisure. “It will take a little time. Perhaps wehad better go to your place of residence. I prefer not to anticipate mycommunication here; you will impart as much or as little of it as youp... | 1Dickens |
It is known only to myself, and to one other who may be trusted.”The Doctor grasped his hand, and murmured, “That was very kind. That wasvery thoughtful!” Mr. Lorry grasped his hand in return, and neither ofthe two spoke for a little while.“Now, my dear Manette,” said Mr. Lorry, at length, in his mostconsiderate and mo... | 1Dickens |
that?” said I. “What do you think is the cause of so strange a “Bogs make queer noises sometimes. It’s the mud settling, or the water rising, or something.” “No, no, that was a living voice.” “Well, perhaps it was. Did you ever hear a bittern booming?” “No, I never did.” “It’s a very... | 2Doyle |
should go down with the soldiers and see what came of the hunt. Mr.Pumblechook and Mr. Hubble declined, on the plea of a pipe and ladies’society; but Mr. Wopsle said he would go, if Joe would. Joe said he wasagreeable, and would take me, if Mrs. Joe approved. We never shouldhave got leave to go, I am sure, but for Mrs.... | 1Dickens |
stood surprisingly long, went to the winds, and Saint Antoine had gotIt was known directly, to the furthest confines of the crowd. Defargehad but sprung over a railing and a table, and folded the miserablewretch in a deadly embrace--Madame Defarge had but followed and turnedher hand in one of the ropes with which he wa... | 1Dickens |
finger upon the little disc and loop of the hat-securer. “They arenever sold upon hats. If this man ordered one, it is a sign of acertain amount of foresight, since he went out of his way to take thisprecaution against the wind. But since we see that he has broken theelastic and has not troubled to replace it, it is ob... | 2Doyle |
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Joe (who was a good judge) agreed, and Mr. Wopsle (who was a bad judge)agreed. The sergeant, a decisive man, ordered that the sound should notbe answered, but that the course should be changed, and that his menshould make towards it “at the double.” So we slanted to the right(where the East was), and Joe pounded away s... | 1Dickens |
“He had one big brown bag with him—nothing else.”“Well, we don’t seem to have much material to help us. Do you saynothing has come out of that room—absolutely nothing?”The landlady drew an envelope from her bag; from it she shook out twoburnt matches and a cigarette-end upon the table.“They were on his tray this mornin... | 2Doyle |
Any one might have seen in her haggard face that there was nosuppression or evasion so far.“But when I fell into the mistake I have so long remained in, at leastyou led me on?” said I.“Yes,” she returned, again nodding steadily, “I let you go on.”“Who am I,” cried Miss Havisham, striking her stick upon the floor andfla... | 1Dickens |
say, he began to think that the source and secret of thisghostly light might be in the adjoining room, from whence,on further tracing it, it seemed to shine. This idea takingfull possession of his mind, he got up softly and shuffled inhis slippers to the door.The moment Scrooge's hand was on the lock, a strangevoice ca... | 1Dickens |
“You told me, Mr. Jaggers, that it might be years hence when that“Just so,” said Mr. Jaggers, “that’s my answer.”As we looked full at one another, I felt my breath come quicker in mystrong desire to get something out of him. And as I felt that it camequicker, and as I felt that he saw that it came quicker, I felt that ... | 1Dickens |
“Do I date it?”The prisoner looked up, at each question. Carton, standing over him withhis hand in his breast, looked down.“‘If you remember,’” said Carton, dictating, “‘the words that passedbetween us, long ago, you will readily comprehend this when you see it.You do remember them, I know. It is not in your nature to ... | 1Dickens |
chair, the wreck and ruin of a noble man.One night—it was in June, ’89—there came a ring to my bell, about thehour when a man gives his first yawn and glances at the clock. I sat upin my chair, and my wife laid her needle-work down in her lap and madea little face of disappointment.“A patient!” said she. “You’ll have t... | 2Doyle |
And then they stood about, as soldiers do; now, with their handsloosely clasped before them; now, resting a knee or a shoulder; now,easing a belt or a pouch; now, opening the door to spit stiffly overtheir high stocks, out into the yard.All these things I saw without then knowing that I saw them, for I wasin an agony o... | 1Dickens |
“Driving back in the evening from Coombe Tracey he was in time to get his hound, to treat it with his infernal paint, and to bring the beast round to the gate at which he had reason to expect that he would find the old gentleman waiting. The dog, incited by its master, sprang over the wicket-g... | 2Doyle |
than usual, owing to the season, I was very much alarmed by a harehanging up by the heels, whom I rather thought I caught, when my backwas half turned, winking. I had no time for verification, no time forselection, no time for anything, for I had no time to spare. I stolesome bread, some rind of cheese, about half a ja... | 1Dickens |
“Come!” said the stranger, “I’ll help you. You don’t deserve help, butI’ll help you. Look at that paper you hold in your hand. What is it?”“What is it?” repeated Mr. Wopsle, eyeing it, much at a loss.“Is it,” pursued the stranger in his most sarcastic and suspiciousmanner, “the printed paper you have just been reading ... | 1Dickens |
resistless, inexorable evil, which no foresight and no precautions can“Tut! tut!” cried Sherlock Holmes. “You must act, man, or you are lost.Nothing but energy can save you. This is no time for despair.”“I have seen the police.”“But they listened to my story with a smile. I am convinced that theinspector has formed the... | 2Doyle |
voice called to the driver to stop.“The carriage stopped as soon as the driver could rein in his horses,and the same voice called to me by my name. I answered. The carriagewas then so far in advance of me that two gentlemen had time to open thedoor and alight before I came up with it.“I observed that they were both wra... | 1Dickens |
evident that he hailed the adventure as a relief to his somewhat quiet life upon the moor. The baronet has been in communication with the architect who prepared the plans for Sir Charles, and with a contractor from London, so that we may expect great changes to begin here soon. There have... | 2Doyle |
her hands. “And in his last breath reproached me for stooping to a“There is no doubt you do,” said I, something hurriedly, “for I haveseen you give him looks and smiles this very night, such as you never“Do you want me then,” said Estella, turning suddenly with a fixed andserious, if not angry, look, “to deceive and en... | 1Dickens |
one-and-twenty, and a queen.We went into the house by a side door, the great front entrance had twochains across it outside,—and the first thing I noticed was, that thepassages were all dark, and that she had left a candle burning there.She took it up, and we went through more passages and up a staircase,and still it w... | 1Dickens |
half afraid that I might be too late to assist at the _dénouement_ ofthe little mystery. I found Sherlock Holmes alone, however, halfasleep, with his long, thin form curled up in the recesses of hisarmchair. A formidable array of bottles and test-tubes, with thepungent cleanly smell of hydrochloric acid, told me that h... | 2Doyle |
like a ghost at the farther end. “Was it here?” he asked in a low voice. “No, no, the yew alley is on the other side.” The young heir glanced round with a gloomy face. “It’s no wonder my uncle felt as if trouble were coming on him in such a place as this,” said he. “It’s enough to scare a... | 2Doyle |
the favour to begin at once to call me by my Christian name, Herbert?”I thanked him and said I would. I informed him in exchange that myChristian name was Philip.“I don’t take to Philip,” said he, smiling, “for it sounds like a moralboy out of the spelling-book, who was so lazy that he fell into a pond,or so fat that h... | 1Dickens |
assure myself that there were no red marks about; then opened the doorto look out into the passages, and cheer myself with the companionshipof a distant light, near which I knew the chamberlain to be dozing. Butall this time, why I was not to go home, and what had happened at home,and when I should go home, and whether... | 1Dickens |
to see him wash his hands of her; it was, that my admiration should bewithin a foot or two of him,—it was, that my feelings should be in thesame place with him,—_that_, was the agonizing circumstance.We played until nine o’clock, and then it was arranged that whenEstella came to London I should be forewarned of her com... | 1Dickens |
“On some hay on the ground, with a cushion thrown under his head, lay ahandsome peasant boy--a boy of not more than seventeen at the most.He lay on his back, with his teeth set, his right hand clenched on hisbreast, and his glaring eyes looking straight upward. I could not seewhere his wound was, as I kneeled on one kn... | 1Dickens |
“Should I fling myself away upon the man who would the soonest feel (ifpeople do feel such things) that I took nothing to him? There! It isdone. I shall do well enough, and so will my husband. As to leading meinto what you call this fatal step, Miss Havisham would have had mewait, and not marry yet; but I am tired of t... | 1Dickens |
likely. On the issue of this question depended whether I shouldcontinue my work at Briony Lodge, or turn my attention to thegentleman’s chambers in the Temple. It was a delicate point, and itwidened the field of my inquiry. I fear that I bore you with thesedetails, but I have to let you see my little difficulties, if y... | 2Doyle |
might have got a hearse up that staircase, and takenit broadwise, with the splinter-bar towards the walland the door towards the balustrades: and done iteasy. There was plenty of width for that, and roomto spare; which is perhaps the reason why Scroogethought he saw a locomotive hearse going on beforehim in the gloom. ... | 1Dickens |
“I have already said that I owe a great deal to his kindness. If I am able to support myself it is largely due to the interest which he took in my unhappy situation.” “Did you correspond with him?” The lady looked quickly up with an angry gleam in her hazel eyes. “What is the object of th... | 2Doyle |
themselves to a more favourable hypothesis. Let us suppose, forexample, that he had been approached by some foreign agent. It mighthave been done under such pledges as would have prevented him fromspeaking of it, and yet would have affected his thoughts in thedirection indicated by his remarks to his fiancée. Very good... | 2Doyle |
rules, into the interior of the jail. At that time jails were muchneglected, and the period of exaggerated reaction consequent on allpublic wrongdoing—and which is always its heaviest and longestpunishment—was still far off. So, felons were not lodged and fed betterthan soldiers (to say nothing of paupers), and seldom ... | 1Dickens |
“You seem to know this quarter well; that is to say, better than I do?”“Not at all, but I hope to know it better. I am so profoundly interestedin its miserable inhabitants.”“The pleasure of conversing with you, Monsieur Defarge, recalls to me,” pursued the spy, “that I have the honour of cherishing some interestingasso... | 1Dickens |
the Hatherley side of the pool the woods grew very thick, and there wasa narrow belt of sodden grass twenty paces across between the edge ofthe trees and the reeds which lined the lake. Lestrade showed us theexact spot at which the body had been found, and, indeed, so moist wasthe ground, that I could plainly see the t... | 2Doyle |
down on his knee to open it, my convict looked round him for the firsttime, and saw me. I had alighted from Joe’s back on the brink of theditch when we came up, and had not moved since. I looked at him eagerlywhen he looked at me, and slightly moved my hands and shook my head. Ihad been waiting for him to see me that I... | 1Dickens |
did what I could to relieve his pain. We were all assembled round himwhen the door opened, and a tall, gaunt woman entered the room.“Mrs. Toller!” cried Miss Hunter.“Yes, miss. Mr. Rucastle let me out when he came back before he went upto you. Ah, miss, it is a pity you didn’t let me know what you wereplanning, for I w... | 2Doyle |
the Dodo suddenly called "The race is over!" and they all crowded roundit, panting, and asking "But who has won?"This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought,and it stood for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead(the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictur... | 0Caroll |
it was hardly six before he began to talk with the same feverish“Now, Watson,” said he. “Have you any change in your pocket?”“Ah, too few! Too few! How very unfortunate, Watson! However, such asthey are you can put them in your watchpocket. And all the rest of yourmoney in your left trouser pocket. Thank you. It will b... | 2Doyle |
be in danger of her life. All I can do is to watch the house and leavemy agent, Warner, on guard at the gates. We can’t let such a situationcontinue. If the law can do nothing we must take the risk ourselves.”“What do you suggest?”“I know which is her room. It is accessible from the top of anouthouse. My suggestion is ... | 2Doyle |
him, on which he had to confess that I was right and to add the veryfew details which were not yet quite clear to me. Your news of thismorning, however, may open his lips.”“For Heaven’s sake, tell me, then, what is this extraordinary mystery!”“I will do so, and I will show you the steps by which I reached it. Andlet me... | 2Doyle |
murdered—the one frightened to death by the very sight of a beast which he thought to be supernatural, the other driven to his end in his wild flight to escape from it. But now we have to prove the connection between the man and the beast. Save from what we heard, we cannot even swear to the e... | 2Doyle |
book,—this here little black book, dear boy, what I swore your comrade“Not to go into the things that Compeyson planned, and I done—which ’udtake a week—I’ll simply say to you, dear boy, and Pip’s comrade, thatthat man got me into such nets as made me his black slave. I was alwaysin debt to him, always under his thumb,... | 1Dickens |
feet high" are quite COMPATIBLE: there is nothing to PREVENT aPoliceman from growing to that height, if sufficiently rubbed withRowland's Macassar Oil--which said to make HAIR grow, when rubbedon hair, and so of course will make a POLICEMAN grow, when rubbedThirdly, take "all x are y", which consists of the two partia... | 0Caroll |
hart, don’t you see?”I didn’t see; but I didn’t say so.“Well!” Joe pursued, “somebody must keep the pot a-biling, Pip, or thepot won’t bile, don’t you know?”I saw that, and said so.“Consequence, my father didn’t make objections to my going to work; soI went to work at my present calling, which were his too, if he would... | 1Dickens |
“How can I?” I interposed, as Herbert paused. “Think of him! Look atAn involuntary shudder passed over both of us.“Yet I am afraid the dreadful truth is, Herbert, that he is attached tome, strongly attached to me. Was there ever such a fate!”“My poor dear Handel,” Herbert repeated.“Then,” said I, “after all, stopping s... | 1Dickens |
were always very careful, I observed, to turn my face away from thewindow, so that I became consumed with the desire to see what was goingon behind my back. At first it seemed to be impossible, but I soondevised a means. My hand-mirror had been broken, so a happy thoughtseized me, and I concealed a piece of the glass i... | 2Doyle |
That’s a very good card. Mr. Barsad, now in the employ of the republicanFrench government, was formerly in the employ of the aristocraticEnglish government, the enemy of France and freedom. That’s an excellentcard. Inference clear as day in this region of suspicion, that Mr.Barsad, still in the pay of the aristocratic ... | 1Dickens |
the pledge was given. It is perhaps as well that the facts should nowcome to light, for I have reasons to know that there are widespreadrumours as to the death of Dr. Grimesby Roylott which tend to make thematter even more terrible than the truth.It was early in April in the year ’83 that I woke one morning to findSher... | 2Doyle |
which had once been in my hands passed into the officer’s. He furthergave me leave to accompany the prisoner to London; but declined toaccord that grace to my two friends.The Jack at the Ship was instructed where the drowned man had gonedown, and undertook to search for the body in the places where it waslikeliest to c... | 1Dickens |
I tipped him several more, and he was in great spirits. We left himbestirring himself to feed the fowls, and we sat down to our punch inthe arbour; where Wemmick told me, as he smoked a pipe, that it hadtaken him a good many years to bring the property up to its present“Is it your own, Mr. Wemmick?”“O yes,” said Wemmic... | 1Dickens |
exist at all, but merely that, if any DID exist, they WOULD beThe other is that, when a Proposition begins with "some" or "no",and contains more that two Attributes, these Attributes may bere-arranged, and shifted from one Term to the other, "ad libitum."For example, "some abc are def" may be re-arranged as "some bf ar... | 0Caroll |
“Well, then,” said he, “I’m jiggered if I don’t see you home!”This penalty of being jiggered was a favourite supposititious case ofhis. He attached no definite meaning to the word that I am aware of,but used it, like his own pretended Christian name, to affront mankind,and convey an idea of something savagely damaging.... | 1Dickens |
my own pursuit? A summons, a bogus appointment, and all would be over.It is well they don’t have days of fog in the Latin countries—thecountries of assassination. By Jove! here comes something at last tobreak our dead monotony.”It was the maid with a telegram. Holmes tore it open and burst out“Well, well! What next?” s... | 2Doyle |
like yours, you might be any shape, almost.”“Why do you sit out here all alone?” said Alice, not wishing to begin“Why, because there’s nobody with me!” cried Humpty Dumpty. “Did youthink I didn’t know the answer to _that_? Ask another.”“Don’t you think you’d be safer down on the ground?” Alice went on, notwith any idea... | 0Caroll |
a dab at the ways of gentlefolks. He was good-looking too. It was thenight afore the great race, when I found him on the heath, in a booththat I know’d on. Him and some more was a sitting among the tables whenI went in, and the landlord (which had a knowledge of me, and was asporting one) called him out, and said, ‘I t... | 1Dickens |
they looked at papers.”“Now, to the prisoner’s conversation, Miss Manette.”“The prisoner was as open in his confidence with me--which arose outof my helpless situation--as he was kind, and good, and useful to myfather. I hope,” bursting into tears, “I may not repay him by doing himBuzzing from the blue-flies.“Miss Mane... | 1Dickens |
upon me just as I had finished the note. He and his master dragged meto my room and held judgment upon me as a convicted traitress. Then andthere they would have plunged their knives into me could they have seenhow to escape the consequences of the deed. Finally, after much debate,they concluded that my murder was too ... | 2Doyle |
The door slowly opened inward under his hand, and he looked into theroom and said something. A faint voice answered something. Little morethan a single syllable could have been spoken on either side.He looked back over his shoulder, and beckoned them to enter. Mr. Lorrygot his arm securely round the daughter’s waist, a... | 1Dickens |
difficult and most complicated business. There are several points upon which we still want light—but it is coming all the same.” “We’ve had one experience, as Watson has no doubt told you. We heard the hound on the moor, so I can swear that it is not all empty superstition. I had something to ... | 2Doyle |
fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris. Monseigneur was inhis inner room, his sanctuary of sanctuaries, the Holiest of Holiests tothe crowd of worshippers in the suite of rooms without. Monseigneurwas about to take his chocolate. Monseigneur could swallow a great manythings with ease, and was by some few sul... | 1Dickens |
“I am always the last man out.”“Where were the plans?”“In that safe. I put them there myself.”“Is there no watchman to the building?”“There is, but he has other departments to look after as well. He is anold soldier and a most trustworthy man. He saw nothing that evening. Ofcourse the fog was very thick.”“Suppose that ... | 2Doyle |
dressing-table again, and saw that the shoe upon it, once white, nowyellow, had never been worn. I glanced down at the foot from which theshoe was absent, and saw that the silk stocking on it, once white, nowyellow, had been trodden ragged. Without this arrest of everything,this standing still of all the pale decayed o... | 1Dickens |
At this point Joe greatly augmented my curiosity by taking the utmostpains to open his mouth very wide, and to put it into the form of aword that looked to me like “sulks.” Therefore, I naturally pointed toMrs. Joe, and put my mouth into the form of saying, “her?” But Joewouldn’t hear of that, at all, and again opened ... | 1Dickens |
writing could still be read, though it was grey on a black ground. It seemed to us to be a postscript at the end of the letter and it said: ‘Please, please, as you are a gentleman, burn this letter, and be at the gate by ten o clock. Beneath it were signed the initials L. L.” “Have you go... | 2Doyle |
descended to the Common Executioner: who, in pursuance of the charm, wasrequired to officiate “frizzled, powdered, in a gold-laced coat, pumps,and white silk stockings.” At the gallows and the wheel--the axe was ararity--Monsieur Paris, as it was the episcopal mode among his brotherProfessors of the provinces, Monsieur... | 1Dickens |
come out. Looked at more closely, I should certainly say that it was a“Judging by its effect upon my brother, I should think it must be amost extraordinary one.” He snuggled down in his armchair. “Now,Watson, let us have the facts.”“The man’s name was Arthur Cadogan West. He was twenty-seven years ofage, unmarried, and... | 2Doyle |
out of this, is, to put you all in the wrong.”It was a bit of the art of an Old Bailey tactician, in which he foundgreat relief. “You shall not put me in the wrong, young lady,” said Mr.Stryver; “I’ll do that for you.”Accordingly, when Mr. Lorry called that night as late as ten o’clock,Mr. Stryver, among a quantity of ... | 1Dickens |
in a hurry, “Yes, customers; in the banking business we usually callour connection our customers. He was a French gentleman; a scientificgentleman; a man of great acquirements--a Doctor.”“Why, yes, of Beauvais. Like Monsieur Manette, your father, thegentleman was of Beauvais. Like Monsieur Manette, your father, thegent... | 1Dickens |
court to the lady, even though it was part of his own plan, still he could not help interrupting with a passionate outburst which revealed the fiery soul which his self-contained manner so cleverly concealed. By encouraging the intimacy he made it certain that Sir Henry would frequently come t... | 2Doyle |
crowd about it, in which there seemed to be every face he had seen inCourt--except two, for which he looked in vain. On his coming out, theconcourse made at him anew, weeping, embracing, and shouting, all byturns and all together, until the very tide of the river on the bank ofwhich the mad scene was acted, seemed to r... | 1Dickens |
out on the dark road, a chill wind blowing in our faces, and one yellowlight twinkling in front of us through the gloom to guide us on ourThere was little difficulty in entering the grounds, for unrepairedbreaches gaped in the old park wall. Making our way among the trees, wereached the lawn, crossed it, and were about... | 2Doyle |
other curious things in the same place. I don’t tell it you oninformation received. I heard it.”He took the toasting-fork and sausage from me as he spoke, and setforth the Aged’s breakfast neatly on a little tray. Previous to placingit before him, he went into the Aged’s room with a clean white cloth,and tied the same ... | 1Dickens |
Baskerville, on which, as it turned its blazing eyes and dripping jaws upon them, the three shrieked with fear and rode for dear life, still screaming, across the moor. One, it is said, died that very night of what he had seen, and the other twain were but broken... | 2Doyle |
but never looked at her, that I could see. On the other hand, she oftenlooked at him, with interest and curiosity, if not distrust, but hisface never showed the least consciousness. Throughout dinner he took adry delight in making Sarah Pocket greener and yellower, by oftenreferring in conversation with me to my expect... | 1Dickens |
But I’ll humour you.” (All this in little gasps, with terriblestruggles for breath between.) “You’ve only my own good at heart. Ofcourse I know that very well. You shall have your way, but give me timeto get my strength. Not now, Watson, not now. It’s four o’clock. At six“This is insanity, Holmes.”“Only two hours, Wats... | 2Doyle |
of the long table, and Miss Havisham, with one of her withered armsstretched out of the chair, rested that clenched hand upon the yellowcloth. As Estella looked back over her shoulder before going out at thedoor, Miss Havisham kissed that hand to her, with a ravenous intensitythat was of its kind quite dreadful.Then, E... | 1Dickens |
“It is nothing very formidable,” he said, taking a long cigar-shapedroll from his pocket. “It is an ordinary plumber’s smoke-rocket, fittedwith a cap at either end to make it self-lighting. Your task isconfined to that. When you raise your cry of fire, it will be taken upby quite a number of people. You may then walk t... | 2Doyle |
The station-master had not finished his speech before we were allhastening in the direction of the fire. The road topped a low hill, andthere was a great widespread whitewashed building in front of us,spouting fire at every chink and window, while in the garden in frontthree fire-engines were vainly striving to keep th... | 2Doyle |
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_affaire de cœur_. She would like advice, but is not sure that thematter is not too delicate for communication. And yet even here we maydiscriminate. When a woman has been seriously wronged by a man she nolonger oscillates, and the usual symptom is a broken bell wire. Here wemay take it that there is a love matter, but... | 2Doyle |
very provoking!” she said, in reply to the Lion (she was getting quiteused to being called “the Monster”). “I’ve cut several slices already,but they always join on again!”“You don’t know how to manage Looking-glass cakes,” the Unicornremarked. “Hand it round first, and cut it afterwards.”This sounded nonsense, but Alic... | 0Caroll |
“She was angry, and said that I was never to speak of the matter“And your father? Did you tell him?”“Yes; and he seemed to think, with me, that something had happened, andthat I should hear of Hosmer again. As he said, what interest couldanyone have in bringing me to the doors of the church, and then leavingme? Now, if... | 2Doyle |
eye for Master Peter, which would bring in, if obtained, fullfive-and-sixpence weekly. The two young Cratchits laughedtremendously at the idea of Peter's being a man of business;and Peter himself looked thoughtfully at the fire frombetween his collars, as if he were deliberating what particularinvestments he should fav... | 1Dickens |
At last, one day, I took courage, and said, “_Is_ it Joe?”And the dear old home-voice answered, “Which it air, old chap.”“O Joe, you break my heart! Look angry at me, Joe. Strike me, Joe. Tellme of my ingratitude. Don’t be so good to me!”For Joe had actually laid his head down on the pillow at my side, andput his arm r... | 1Dickens |
by somebody, or by everybody; I can’t say which.“I am glad of one thing,” said Biddy, “and that is, that you have feltyou could give me your confidence, Pip. And I am glad of another thing,and that is, that of course you know you may depend upon my keeping itand always so far deserving it. If your first teacher (dear! ... | 1Dickens |
with the same questioning eyes. “I talked as if Dr. Watson were a resident instead of being merely a visitor,” said she. “It cannot much matter to him whether it is early or late for the orchids. But you will come on, will you not, and see Merripit House?” A short walk brought us to it, a... | 2Doyle |
unexplored. No sign could we see of the man whom we were chasing. On the upper floor, however, one of the bedroom doors was locked. “There’s someone in here,” cried Lestrade. “I can hear a movement. Open this door!” A faint moaning and rustling came from within. Holmes struck the door jus... | 2Doyle |
moor. The ancient Cornish language had also arrested his attention, andhe had, I remember, conceived the idea that it was akin to theChaldean, and had been largely derived from the Phœnician traders intin. He had received a consignment of books upon philology and wassettling down to develop this thesis when suddenly, t... | 2Doyle |
hands, I looked at those eyes, I looked at that flowing hair; and Icompared them with other hands, other eyes, other hair, that I knew of,and with what those might be after twenty years of a brutal husband anda stormy life. I looked again at those hands and eyes of thehousekeeper, and thought of the inexplicable feelin... | 1Dickens |
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