Arthur Conan
Arthur Conan
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It was a very tall man, if, indeed, it might be called a man, for the gaunt bones were protruding through the corroding flesh, and the features were of a leaden hue. A winding-sheet was wrapped round the figure, and formed a hood over the head, from under the shadow of which two fiendish eyes, deep set in their grisly sockets, blazed and sparkled like red-hot coals.
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Our father would never tell us what it was he feared, but he had a most marked aversion to men with wooden legs.
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Listen to me while I lay a curse upon you and yours! she cries, as she raised her shriveled arms and blighted him with her flashing eyes: ""As you have done to the house of Loring, so may God do to you, until your power is swept from the land of England, and of your great Abbey of Waverley there is nothing left but a pile of grey stones in a green meadow! I see it! With my old eyes I see it! From scullion to abbot and from cellar to tower, may Waverley and all within it droop and wither from this night on!
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I was helping Uncle Sam to make dollars. Maybe mine were not as good gold as his, but they looked as well and were cheaper to make.
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I would not tell them too much, said Holmes. ""Women are never to be entirely trusted,--not the best of them.
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What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence, returned my companion, bitterly. ""The question is, what can you make people believe that you have done.
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I hardly looked at his face. His knees were what I wished to see.
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There are one or two elementary rules to be observed in the way of handling patients, he remarked, seating himself on the table and swinging his legs. ""The most obvious is that you must never let them see that you want them. It should be pure condescension on your part seeing them at all; and the more difficulties you throw in the way of it, the more they think of it. Break your patients in early, and keep them well to heel.
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My dear Watson, Professor Moriarty is not a man who lets the grass grow under his feet.
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Nigel looked at her with sparkling eyes. The soul which shone through her dark face had transformed it for the moment into a beauty, more lofty and more rare than that of her shallow sister. He bowed before the majesty of the woman, and pressed his lips to her hand.
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She stood framed in the doorway, tall, mystic, silent, with strange, wistful face and deep soul shining in her dark questioning eyes. Nigel kissed the hand that she held out, and all his faith in woman and his reverence came back to him as he looked at her.
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She can project herself into my body and take command of it. She has a parasite soul; yes, she is a parasite, a monstrous parasite. She creeps into my frame as the hermit crab does into the whelk's shell. I am powerless. What can I do? I am dealing with forces of which I know nothing.
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The only unofficial consulting detective, he answered. ""I am the last and highest court of appeal in detection.
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Meanwhile, in the broad and lofty chamber set apart for occasions of import, the Abbot himself was pacing impatiently backwards and forwards, with his long white nervous hands clasped in front of him. His thin, thought-worn features and sunken, haggard cheeks bespoke one who had indeed beaten down that inner foe whom every man must face, but had none the less suffered sorely in the contest. In crushing his passions he had well-nigh crushed himself.