When we know everything about this earth, the romance and poetry will all have been wiped away from it. There is nothing so artistic as a haze.
You have all the cleverness which makes a successful man. Have you the tact?
People who are in earnest are always interesting, whether you agree with them or not, and it was impossible to doubt that these people were extremely earnest. The.
It was one of my friend’s most obvious weaknesses that he was impatient with less alert intelligences than his own.
My mind is like a crowded box-room with packets of all sorts stowed away therein – so many that I may well have but a vague perception of what was there.
There! there!” said Holmes, soothing, patting him upon the shoulder. “It was too bad to spring it on you like this, but Watson here will tell you that I never can resist a touch of the dramatic.
IN THE YEAR 1878 I took my degree of.
I’m a frontiersman from the extreme edge of the Knowable, and I feel quite out of place when I leave my study and come into touch with all you great, rough, hulking creatures.
Lestrade had learned by more experiences than he would care to acknowledge that that brain could cut through that which was impenetrable to him.
Puerile as such an exercise may seem, it.
I believe you are a man of your word, and a white man, and I’ll tell you the whole story.
I endeavoured to cheer and amuse her by reminiscences of my adventures in Afghanistan; but, to tell the truth, I was myself so excited at our situation, and so curious as to our destination, that my stories were slightly involved. To this day she declares that I told her one moving anecdote as to how a musket looked into my tent at the dead of night, and how I fired a double-barrelled tiger cub at it.
Only once did McMurdo see him, a sly, little gray-haired rat of a man, with a slinking gait and a sidelong glance which was charged with malice.
The colonel still stared at my friend like a man in a trance. “You cunning, cunning fiend!” was all that he could say.
As the sun rose slowly above the eastern horizon, the caps of the great mountains lit up one after the other, like lamps at a festival, until they were all ruddy and glowing.
My friend, who loved above all things precision and concentration of thought, resented anything which distracted his attention from the matter in hand. And yet, without a harshness which was foreign to his nature, it was impossible to refuse to listen to the story of the young and beautiful woman.
Very curious, and the story that hangs round it will strike you as being more curious still.” “These relics have a history then?” “So much so that they are history.
Fleet Street was choked with red-headed folk, and Pope’s Court looked like a coster’s orange barrow. I should not have thought there were so many in the whole country as were brought together by that single advertisement. Every shade of colour they were – straw, lemon, orange, brick, Irish-setter, liver, clay; but, as Spaulding said, there were not many who had the real vivid flame-coloured tint.
In England the emerald-green kind is probably the commonest, I have seen it also in the woods of France and Belgium, in far-away Massachusetts, and on the banks of the Niagara River.
No data yet,” he answered. “It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence. It biases the judgment.