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at him by stealth, for it is afraid. But it always looks up, from adistance, at the prison on the crag; and in the evening, when the workof the day is achieved and it assembles to gossip at the fountain, allfaces are turned towards the prison. Formerly, they were turned towardsthe posting-house; now, they are turned to... | 1Dickens |
Peterson, so that he was left in possession of the field of battle, andalso of the spoils of victory in the shape of this battered hat and amost unimpeachable Christmas goose.”“Which surely he restored to their owner?”“My dear fellow, there lies the problem. It is true that ‘For Mrs.Henry Baker’ was printed upon a smal... | 2Doyle |
“Then let us do so. Watson, I fear that you will find it very slow, butI shall only be away a couple of hours.”I walked down to the station with them, and then wandered through thestreets of the little town, finally returning to the hotel, where I layupon the sofa and tried to interest myself in a yellow-backed novel.T... | 2Doyle |
from Fezziwig's calves. They shone in every part of thedance like moons. You couldn't have predicted, at any giventime, what would have become of them next. And when oldFezziwig and Mrs. Fezziwig had gone all through the dance;advance and retire, both hands to your partner, bow andcurtsey, corkscrew, thread-the-needle,... | 1Dickens |
of Estella, I had said and done what I could to ease her mind. Nomatter with what other words we parted; we parted.Twilight was closing in when I went downstairs into the natural air. Icalled to the woman who had opened the gate when I entered, that Iwould not trouble her just yet, but would walk round the place before... | 1Dickens |
My faith, messieurs, I offer nothing.”“He is right there, Jacques,” murmured Defarge, to him who had“Good!” said the mender of roads, with an air of mystery. “The tall manis lost, and he is sought--how many months? Nine, ten, eleven?”“No matter, the number,” said Defarge. “He is well hidden, but at lasthe is unluckily ... | 1Dickens |
which represent the family estate, and would accept in return thehospitality of their tents, wandering away with them sometimes forweeks on end. He has a passion also for Indian animals, which are sentover to him by a correspondent, and he has at this moment a cheetah anda baboon, which wander freely over his grounds a... | 2Doyle |
among such as were interested in the matter, that although Sydney Cartonwould never be a lion, he was an amazingly good jackal, and that herendered suit and service to Stryver in that humble capacity.“Ten o’clock, sir,” said the man at the tavern, whom he had charged towake him--“ten o’clock, sir.”“What do you mean? Te... | 1Dickens |
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guard, in gruff soliloquy. “Hallo you!”“Well! And hallo you!” said Jerry, more hoarsely than before.“Come on at a footpace! d’ye mind me? And if you’ve got holsters to thatsaddle o’ yourn, don’t let me see your hand go nigh ’em. For I’m a devilat a quick mistake, and when I make one it takes the form of Lead. Sonow let... | 1Dickens |
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Alice sighed wearily. "I think you might do something better with thetime," she said, "than wasting it asking riddles with no answers.""If you knew Time as well as I do," said the Hatter, "you wouldn't talkabout wasting _it_. It's _him_.""I don't know what you mean," said Alice."Of course you don't!" the Hatter said, t... | 0Caroll |
Wednesday, you might do what you know of, if you felt disposed to tryWhen I had shown this to Herbert and had put it in the fire—but notbefore we had both got it by heart—we considered what to do. For, ofcourse my being disabled could now be no longer kept out of view.“I have thought it over again and again,” said Herb... | 1Dickens |
hearing the sound of wheels. It came on briskly, and came up to thefront of the chateau.“Ask who is arrived.”It was the nephew of Monseigneur. He had been some few leagues behindMonseigneur, early in the afternoon. He had diminished the distancerapidly, but not so rapidly as to come up with Monseigneur on the road.He h... | 1Dickens |
was not far out, since he said, after smoking a little:—“You see, dear boy, when I was over yonder, t’other side the world, Iwas always a looking to this side; and it come flat to be there, forall I was a growing rich. Everybody knowed Magwitch, and Magwitch couldcome, and Magwitch could go, and nobody’s head would be ... | 1Dickens |
small. Likewise you’re a oncommon scholar.”“No, I am ignorant and backward, Joe.”“Why, see what a letter you wrote last night! Wrote in print even! I’veseen letters—Ah! and from gentlefolks!—that I’ll swear weren’t wrote in“I have learnt next to nothing, Joe. You think much of me. It’s only“Well, Pip,” said Joe, “be it... | 1Dickens |
one of the moorland shepherds taking out his father’s dinner.” The least appearance of opposition struck fire out of the old autocrat. His eyes looked malignantly at me, and his grey whiskers bristled like those of an angry cat. “Indeed, sir!” said he, pointing out over the wide-stretching ... | 2Doyle |
far more trying to the accused than to be confronted with all the crowd.Standing, as it were, apart with her on the edge of his grave, not allthe staring curiosity that looked on, could, for the moment, nerve himto remain quite still. His hurried right hand parcelled out the herbsbefore him into imaginary beds of flowe... | 1Dickens |
Mr. Barley’s breakfast for to-morrow, served out to be cooked. Twomutton-chops, three potatoes, some split peas, a little flour, twoounces of butter, a pinch of salt, and all this black pepper. It’sstewed up together, and taken hot, and it’s a nice thing for the gout,There was something so natural and winning in Clara’... | 1Dickens |
accountant, going straight to Clarriker’s and bringing Clarriker to me,I had the great satisfaction of concluding that arrangement. It was theonly good thing I had done, and the only completed thing I had done,since I was first apprised of my great expectations.Clarriker informing me on that occasion that the affairs o... | 1Dickens |
“You are Henry Peters, of Adelaide, late the Rev. Dr. Shlessinger, ofBaden and South America. I am as sure of that as that my own name isPeters, as I will now call him, started and stared hard at hisformidable pursuer. “I guess your name does not frighten me, Mr.Holmes,” said he coolly. “When a man’s conscience is easy... | 2Doyle |
to some of those narratives with which you have afflicted along-suffering public, you will recognise how often the grotesque hasdeepened into the criminal. Think of that little affair of thered-headed men. That was grotesque enough in the outset, and yet itended in a desperate attempt at robbery. Or, again, there was t... | 2Doyle |
but the beginning of a long and glorious series of similar victories!We will work out one other Syllogism--a rather harder one than thelast--and then, I think, you may be safely left to play the Gameby yourself, or (better) with any friend whom you can find, thatis able and willing to take a share in the sport.Let us s... | 0Caroll |
and "no x are y" to mean "the Attributes x, y are INCOMPATIBLE"?27. What are the two kinds of 'Fallacies'?28. How may we detect 'Fallacious Premisses'?29. How may we detect a 'Fallacious Conclusion'?30. Sometimes the Conclusion, offered to us, is not identical withthe correct Conclusion, and yet cannot be fairly ca... | 0Caroll |
charred stump of a match, and in her left a match-box.”“Showing that she had struck a light and looked about her when thealarm took place. That is important. And what conclusions did the“He investigated the case with great care, for Dr. Roylott’s conducthad long been notorious in the county, but he was unable to find a... | 2Doyle |
“I do not believe in such nonsense.” “But I do. If you have any influence with Sir Henry, take him away from a place which has always been fatal to his family. The world is wide. Why should he wish to live at the place of “Because it _is_ the place of danger. That is Sir Henry’s nature. I... | 2Doyle |
solicitude at her father, Doctor Manette keeping his eyes fixed on thereader, Madame Defarge never taking hers from the prisoner, Defargenever taking his from his feasting wife, and all the other eyes thereintent upon the Doctor, who saw none of them--the paper was read, asThe Substance of the Shadow“I, Alexandre Manet... | 1Dickens |
The room was very dark, too dark to be observed withany accuracy, though Scrooge glanced round it in obedienceto a secret impulse, anxious to know what kind of room itwas. A pale light, rising in the outer air, fell straight uponthe bed; and on it, plundered and bereft, unwatched, unwept,uncared for, was the body of th... | 1Dickens |
made it a pleasure to me to study his system of work, and to follow thequick, subtle methods by which he disentangled the most inextricablemysteries. So accustomed was I to his invariable success that the verypossibility of his failing had ceased to enter into my head.It was close upon four before the door opened, and ... | 2Doyle |
We both put our eyes to the grating. The prisoner lay with his facetowards us, in a very deep sleep, breathing slowly and heavily. He wasa middle-sized man, coarsely clad as became his calling, with acoloured shirt protruding through the rent in his tattered coat. Hewas, as the inspector had said, extremely dirty, but ... | 2Doyle |
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interest which the hunter must feel as he watches the trap into which he hopes the game may wander. One struck, and two, and we had almost for the second time given it up in despair when in an instant we both sat bolt upright in our chairs with all our weary senses keenly on the alert once mor... | 2Doyle |
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achieve, were, in truth, not a sound business; considered with anyreference to the scarecrows in the rags and nightcaps elsewhere (and notso far off, either, but that the watching towers of Notre Dame, almostequidistant from the two extremes, could see them both), they wouldhave been an exceedingly uncomfortable busine... | 1Dickens |
I read with my watch upon the table, purposing to close my book ateleven o’clock. As I shut it, Saint Paul’s, and all the manychurch-clocks in the City—some leading, some accompanying, somefollowing—struck that hour. The sound was curiously flawed by the wind;and I was listening, and thinking how the wind assailed and ... | 1Dickens |
trimmings of the dress were like earthy paper, and that the face wasMiss Havisham’s, with a movement going over the whole countenance as ifshe were trying to call to me. In the terror of seeing the figure, andin the terror of being certain that it had not been there a momentbefore, I at first ran from it, and then ran ... | 1Dickens |
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reply. I turned the handle and walked in. The room was empty, and thebed had never been slept in. He had gone with the rest. The foreignhost, the foreign footman, the foreign cook, all had vanished in thenight! That was the end of my visit to Wisteria Lodge.”Sherlock Holmes was rubbing his hands and chuckling as he add... | 2Doyle |
hour and a quarter, yet it appeared to me that the night must havealmost gone, and the dawn be breaking above us. My limbs were weary andstiff, for I feared to change my position; yet my nerves were worked upto the highest pitch of tension, and my hearing was so acute that Icould not only hear the gentle breathing of m... | 2Doyle |
an afternoon stroll to find a letter on the table waiting for him. Ihad remained indoors all day, for the weather had taken a sudden turnto rain, with high autumnal winds, and the jezail bullet which I hadbrought back in one of my limbs as a relic of my Afghan campaignthrobbed with dull persistence. With my body in one... | 2Doyle |
week, and be raising money to build an orphanage in Cornwall the next.I’ve been on his track for years and have never set eyes on him yet.”“I hope that I may have the pleasure of introducing you to-night. I’vehad one or two little turns also with Mr. John Clay, and I agree withyou that he is at the head of his professi... | 2Doyle |
old grudge again, is it, with your shameful impositions upon tradesmen!I’d catch hold of your throat and choke you for half a guinea.”Sydney Carton, who, with Mr. Lorry, had been lost in amazement atthis turn of the business, here requested Mr. Cruncher to moderate and“At another time, sir,” he returned, evasively, “th... | 1Dickens |
“And as for _you_,” she went on, turning fiercely upon the Red Queen,whom she considered as the cause of all the mischief—but the Queen wasno longer at her side—she had suddenly dwindled down to the size of alittle doll, and was now on the table, merrily running round and roundafter her own shawl, which was trailing be... | 0Caroll |
“To what last degree?”“Murder.—Does it strike too cold on that sensitive place?”“I don’t feel it. How did she murder? Whom did she murder?”“Why, the deed may not have merited quite so terrible a name,” saidHerbert, “but, she was tried for it, and Mr. Jaggers defended her, andthe reputation of that defence first made hi... | 1Dickens |
We walked to town, my sister leading the way in a very large beaverbonnet, and carrying a basket like the Great Seal of England in plaitedStraw, a pair of pattens, a spare shawl, and an umbrella, though it wasa fine bright day. I am not quite clear whether these articles werecarried penitentially or ostentatiously; but... | 1Dickens |
fancied that I could detect in his manner a consciousness of this, anda purpose of always holding her in suspense.Dinner went off gayly, and although my guardian seemed to follow ratherthan originate subjects, I knew that he wrenched the weakest part ofour dispositions out of us. For myself, I found that I was expressi... | 1Dickens |
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what I wished to see. You must yourself have remarked how worn,wrinkled, and stained they were. They spoke of those hours ofburrowing. The only remaining point was what they were burrowing for. Iwalked round the corner, saw the City and Suburban Bank abutted on ourfriend’s premises, and felt that I had solved my proble... | 2Doyle |
“The paper was made in Bohemia,” I said.“Precisely. And the man who wrote the note is a German. Do you note thepeculiar construction of the sentence—‘This account of you we have fromall quarters received.’ A Frenchman or Russian could not have writtenthat. It is the German who is so uncourteous to his verbs. It onlyrem... | 2Doyle |
single branch office, and the directors have had misgivings upon the“Which were very well justified,” observed Holmes. “And now it is timethat we arranged our little plans. I expect that within an hour matterswill come to a head. In the meantime Mr. Merryweather, we must put thescreen over that dark lantern.”“And sit i... | 2Doyle |
back-water, when our own two boats were breaking the sunset or theHerbert was my intimate companion and friend. I presented him with ahalf-share in my boat, which was the occasion of his often coming downto Hammersmith; and my possession of a half-share in his chambers oftentook me up to London. We used to walk between... | 1Dickens |
no use,” said Biddy, laying her hand upon my arm, as I was for runningout, “you know I would not deceive you; he was not there a minute, andIt revived my utmost indignation to find that she was still pursued bythis fellow, and I felt inveterate against him. I told her so, and toldher that I would spend any money or tak... | 1Dickens |
keenly, and the frost was white and hard. A man would die to-night oflying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars,and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up tothem as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the“Here comes the mare,” said Joe, “ringing like a peal... | 1Dickens |
he pulled out a napkin, as if it were a magic clue without which hecouldn’t find the way upstairs, and led us to the black hole of theestablishment, fitted up with a diminishing mirror (quite a superfluousarticle, considering the hole’s proportions), an anchovy sauce-cruet,and somebody’s pattens. On my objecting to thi... | 1Dickens |
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they’ve each got ‘TWEEDLE’ round at the back of the collar,” she saidThey stood so still that she quite forgot they were alive, and she wasjust looking round to see if the word ‘TWEEDLE’ was written at the backof each collar, when she was startled by a voice coming from the one“If you think we’re wax-works,” he said, “... | 0Caroll |
half to itself, half to Alice."What _is_ the fun?" said Alice."Why, _she_," said the Gryphon. "It's all her fancy, that: they neverexecutes nobody, you know. Come on!""Everybody says 'come on!' here," thought Alice, as she went slowlyafter it: "I never was so ordered about in my life, never!"They had not gone far befor... | 0Caroll |
magnifying lens, that the fourteen other characteristics to which Ihave alluded are there as well.”Mr. Windibank sprang out of his chair and picked up his hat. “I cannotwaste time over this sort of fantastic talk, Mr. Holmes,” he said. “Ifyou can catch the man, catch him, and let me know when you have done“Certainly,” ... | 2Doyle |
seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to thedisease--a terrible passing inclination to die of it. And all of us havelike wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evokeThe passage to the Conciergerie was short and dark; the night in itsvermin-haunted cells was long and cold.... | 1Dickens |
only a subordinate. I can’t take it. Don’t go on in that way with asubordinate. If you are unable to make up your quantum, my boy, you hadbetter address yourself to a principal; there are plenty of principalsin the profession, you know, and what is not worth the while of one,may be worth the while of another; that’s my... | 1Dickens |
And now that the cloud settled on Saint Antoine, which a momentarygleam had driven from his sacred countenance, the darkness of it washeavy--cold, dirt, sickness, ignorance, and want, were the lords inwaiting on the saintly presence--nobles of great power all of them;but, most especially the last. Samples of a people t... | 1Dickens |
windows on either side, tapped on the wood-work, and away we went asfast as the horse could go.”“One horse?” interjected Holmes.“Did you observe the colour?”“Yes, I saw it by the side-lights when I was stepping into thecarriage. It was a chestnut.”“Oh, fresh and glossy.”“Thank you. I am sorry to have interrupted you. P... | 2Doyle |
quiet streets which lead towards the Edgeware Road.“You did it very nicely, Doctor,” he remarked. “Nothing could have beenbetter. It is all right.”“You have the photograph?”“I know where it is.”“And how did you find out?”“She showed me, as I told you she would.”“I am still in the dark.”“I do not wish to make a mystery,... | 2Doyle |
only add to her trouble. Don’t speak of me to her. As I said to you whenI first came, I had better not see her. I can put my hand out, to do anylittle helpful work for her that my hand can find to do, without that.You are going to her, I hope? She must be very desolate to-night.”“I am going now, directly.”“I am glad of... | 1Dickens |
“What is he prepared to swear?”“Well, Mas’r Jaggers,” said Mike, wiping his nose on his fur cap thistime; “in a general way, anythink.”Mr. Jaggers suddenly became most irate. “Now, I warned you before,”said he, throwing his forefinger at the terrified client, “that if youever presumed to talk in that way here, I’d make... | 1Dickens |
laid aside now, with other old belongings. Let us make one more roundof the garden, and then go in. Come! You shall not shed tears for mycruelty to-day; you shall be my Page, and give me your shoulder.”Her handsome dress had trailed upon the ground. She held it in one handnow, and with the other lightly touched my shou... | 1Dickens |
Sherlock Holmes was too irritable for conversation and too restless forsleep. I left him smoking hard, with his heavy, dark brows knottedtogether, and his long, nervous fingers tapping upon the arms of hischair, as he turned over in his mind every possible solution of themystery. Several times in the course of the nigh... | 2Doyle |
“Thankye,” said Wemmick, shaking hands with him. “Same to you,“If what I had upon me when taken had been real, Mr. Wemmick,” said theman, unwilling to let his hand go, “I should have asked the favour ofyour wearing another ring—in acknowledgment of your attentions.”“I’ll accept the will for the deed,” said Wemmick. “By... | 1Dickens |
my mind often. One cannot help thinking, having had some sympathy forthe miserable people, and having abandoned something to them,” he spokehere in his former thoughtful manner, “that one might be listened to,and might have the power to persuade to some restraint. Only last night,after you had left us, when I was talki... | 1Dickens |
When she came to that, and to a wild cry that followed that, I caughther round the waist. For she rose up in the chair, in her shroud of adress, and struck at the air as if she would as soon have struckherself against the wall and fallen dead.All this passed in a few seconds. As I drew her down into her chair, Iwas con... | 1Dickens |
I had my key to the secrets of the establishment.“Curious people, Watson! I don’t pretend to understand it all yet, butvery curious people anyway. It’s a double-winged house, and theservants live on one side, the family on the other. There’s no linkbetween the two save for Henderson’s own servant, who serves thefamily’... | 2Doyle |
musketeers fired on the mob, and nobody thought any of these occurrencesmuch out of the common way. In the midst of them, the hangman, ever busyand ever worse than useless, was in constant requisition; now, stringingup long rows of miscellaneous criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker onSaturday who had been taken on Tu... | 1Dickens |
"I'll tell it her," said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone; "sitdown, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished."So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought toherself, "I don't see how he can _ever_ finish, if he doesn't begin."But she waited patiently."Once," said the Mock Turt... | 0Caroll |
cellar,—rot of rat and mouse and bug and coaching-stables near at handbesides—addressed themselves faintly to my sense of smell, and moaned,So imperfect was this realisation of the first of my greatexpectations, that I looked in dismay at Mr. Wemmick. “Ah!” said he,mistaking me; “the retirement reminds you of the count... | 1Dickens |
“Come!” said Defarge. “Here is monsieur, who knows a well-made shoe whenhe sees one. Show him that shoe you are working at. Take it, monsieur.”Mr. Lorry took it in his hand.“Tell monsieur what kind of shoe it is, and the maker’s name.”There was a longer pause than usual, before the shoemaker replied:“I forget what it w... | 1Dickens |
spoken to anyone when she was out, for she had been in the company ofthe bridegroom. Had she seen someone, then? If she had, it must besomeone from America because she had spent so short a time in thiscountry that she could hardly have allowed anyone to acquire so deep aninfluence over her that the mere sight of him wo... | 2Doyle |
your life was not your own.”“But there are no such decrees yet?”“What do I know!” said the postmaster, shrugging his shoulders; “theremay be, or there will be. It is all the same. What would you have?”They rested on some straw in a loft until the middle of the night, andthen rode forward again when all the town was asl... | 1Dickens |
“Hold!” said Monsieur the Marquis. “Hold the horses! Who threw that?”He looked to the spot where Defarge the vendor of wine had stood, amoment before; but the wretched father was grovelling on his face onthe pavement in that spot, and the figure that stood beside him was thefigure of a dark stout woman, knitting.“You d... | 1Dickens |
Partickler when he see the ghost. Though I put it to yourself, sir,whether it were calc’lated to keep a man up to his work with a goodhart, to be continiwally cutting in betwixt him and the Ghost with“Amen!” A man may have had a misfortun’ and been in the Church,” saidJoe, lowering his voice to an argumentative and fee... | 1Dickens |
it had a fault, a little too exactly. Having released his noble bosomof its burden, he would have modestly withdrawn himself, but that thewigged gentleman with the papers before him, sitting not far from Mr.Lorry, begged to ask him a few questions. The wigged gentleman sittingopposite, still looking at the ceiling of t... | 1Dickens |
“There is one correspondent who is a sure draw, Watson. That is thebank. Single ladies must live, and their passbooks are compresseddiaries. She banks at Silvester’s. I have glanced over her account. Thelast check but one paid her bill at Lausanne, but it was a large oneand probably left her with cash in hand. Only one... | 2Doyle |
“You will be good to my poor husband. You will do him no harm. You willhelp me to see him if you can?”“Your husband is not my business here,” returned Madame Defarge, lookingdown at her with perfect composure. “It is the daughter of your fatherwho is my business here.”“For my sake, then, be merciful to my husband. For ... | 1Dickens |
glance at him, and then a keener, and then a keener, and then advancedto him herself, and asked him what it was he had ordered.He repeated what he had already said.“English?” asked Madame Defarge, inquisitively raising her darkAfter looking at her, as if the sound of even a single French word wereslow to express itself... | 1Dickens |
watch, to prove that it had been wound up two hours before, and thattherefore the deceased had gone to bed within that time—a deductionwhich was of the greatest importance in clearing up the case. All theseI may sketch out at some future date, but none of them present suchsingular features as the strange train of circu... | 2Doyle |
The Queen never left off quarrelling with the other players, and shouting "Off with his head!" or, "Off with her The Mock Turtle drew a long breath and said, "That's very curious" 132 Who stole the Tarts? 140 ... | 0Caroll |
asked me whether I had on my medical journeys at night ever seen any strange creature or heard the baying of a hound. The latter question he put to me several times, and always with a voice which vibrated with excitement. “I can well remember driving up to his house in the evening some th... | 2Doyle |
grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on hiseyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own lowtemperature always about with him; he iced his office inthe dog-days; and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.External heat and cold had little influence onScrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weatherchill ... | 1Dickens |
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prisoner. I want to be a Queen.”“So you will, when you’ve crossed the next brook,” said the WhiteKnight. “I’ll see you safe to the end of the wood—and then I must goback, you know. That’s the end of my move.”“Thank you very much,” said Alice. “May I help you off with yourhelmet?” It was evidently more than he could man... | 0Caroll |
“Do you see him?” pursued my convict. “Do you see what a villain he is?Do you see those grovelling and wandering eyes? That’s how he lookedwhen we were tried together. He never looked at me.”The other, always working and working his dry lips and turning his eyesrestlessly about him far and near, did at last turn them f... | 1Dickens |
finger at Mr. Wopsle heavily,—“that same man might be summoned as ajuryman upon this very trial, and, having thus deeply committedhimself, might return to the bosom of his family and lay his head uponhis pillow, after deliberately swearing that he would well and trulytry the issue joined between Our Sovereign Lord the ... | 1Dickens |
out of his sight for fear he should lose his influence over her. It was for this reason that he took her to London with him. They lodged, I find, at the Mexborough Private Hotel, in Craven Street, which was actually one of those called upon by my agent in search of evidence. Here he kept his w... | 2Doyle |
walks a good deal.” “Then I was right.” “But that was all.” “No, no, my dear Watson, not all—by no means all. I would suggest, for example, that a presentation to a doctor is more likely to come from a hospital than from a hunt, and that when the initials ‘C.C.’ are placed before tha... | 2Doyle |
will not lose a minute, for the sooner they do their work the longertime they will have for their escape. We are at present, Doctor—as nodoubt you have divined—in the cellar of the City branch of one of theprincipal London banks. Mr. Merryweather is the chairman of directors,and he will explain to you that there are re... | 2Doyle |
“His ticket, of course, would show that.”“There was no ticket in his pockets.”“No ticket! Dear me, Watson, this is really very singular. According tomy experience it is not possible to reach the platform of aMetropolitan train without exhibiting one’s ticket. Presumably, then,the young man had one. Was it taken from hi... | 2Doyle |
too far to the right, and consequently had to try back along theriver-side, on the bank of loose stones above the mud and the stakesthat staked the tide out. Making my way along here with all despatch, Ihad just crossed a ditch which I knew to be very near the Battery, andhad just scrambled up the mound beyond the ditc... | 1Dickens |
“You shall share our knowledge before you leave this room, Sir Henry. I promise you that,” said Sherlock Holmes. “We will confine ourselves for the present with your permission to this very interesting document, which must have been put together and posted yesterday evening. Have you yesterday... | 2Doyle |
it. The barren scene, the sense of loneliness, and the mystery and urgency of my task all struck a chill into my heart. The boy was nowhere to be seen. But down beneath me in a cleft of the hills there was a circle of the old stone huts, and in the middle of them there was one which retained s... | 2Doyle |
communication with you, I have always adhered to the strict line offact. There has never been the least departure from the strict line offact. You are quite aware of that?”“I communicated to Magwitch—in New South Wales—when he first wrote tome—from New South Wales—the caution that he must not expect me ever todeviate f... | 1Dickens |
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