From to: sid: window:

Short Stories (story)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

47261    Go back to London!
47262    Start to-night!
47263    Get away from this place at all costs!
47264    Hush, my brother is coming!
47265    Not a word of what I have said.
47266    Would you mind getting that orchid for me among the mare's-tails yonder?
47267    We are very rich in orchids on the moor, though, of course, you are rather late to see the beauties of the place.'
47268    Stapleton had abandoned the chase and came back to us breathing hard and flushed with his exertions.
47269    'Hullo, Beryl!' said he, and it seemed to me that the tone of his greeting was not altogether a cordial one.
47270    'Well, Jack, you are very hot.'
47271    'Yes, I was chasing a Cyclopides.
47272    He is very rare, and seldom found in the late autumn.
47273    What a pity that I should have missed him!'
47274    He spoke unconcernedly, but his small light eyes glanced incessantly from the girl to me.
47275    'You have introduced yourselves, I can see.'

Go to Dashboard (guest)