1 Its master had risen and was staring with flushed cheeks and shining eyes.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 2 He now took the stick from my hands and examined it for a few minutes with his naked eyes.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 1. Mr. Sherlock Holmes 3 There were pride, valour, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 4 As he entered his eyes fell upon the stick in Holmes's hand, and he ran towards it with an exclamation of joy.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 1. Mr. Sherlock Holmes 5 Holmes leaned back in his chair, placed his finger-tips together, and closed his eyes, with an air of resignation.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 2. The Curse of the Baskervilles 6 He was carefully examining the foolscap, upon which the words were pasted, holding it only an inch or two from his eyes.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 4. Sir Henry Baskerville 7 At that instant I was aware of a bushy black beard and a pair of piercing eyes turned upon us through the side window of the cab.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 4. Sir Henry Baskerville 8 Holmes leaned forward in his excitement and his eyes had the hard, dry glitter which shot from them when he was keenly interested.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 3. The Problem 9 Dr. Mortimer looked at Holmes with an air of professional interest, and Sir Henry Baskerville turned a pair of puzzled dark eyes upon me.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 4. Sir Henry Baskerville 10 To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark of the waning year.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 11 I had descended from my gig and was standing in front of him, when I saw his eyes fix themselves over my shoulder and stare past me with an expression of the most dreadful horror.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 2. The Curse of the Baskervilles 12 He was a very tall, thin man, with a long nose like a beak, which jutted out between two keen, gray eyes, set closely together and sparkling brightly from behind a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 1. Mr. Sherlock Holmes 13 There is as much difference to my eyes between the leaded bourgeois type of a Times article and the slovenly print of an evening half-penny paper as there could be between your negro and your Esquimau.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 4. Sir Henry Baskerville 14 Baskerville sat for a long time, his eyes fixed upon it, and I read upon his eager face how much it meant to him, this first sight of that strange spot where the men of his blood had held sway so long and left their mark so deep.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 15 And even as they looked the thing tore the throat out of Hugo 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.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 2. The Curse of the Baskervilles 16 An instant afterwards he gave a little cry of satisfaction, and, following the direction of his eager eyes, I saw that a hansom cab with a man inside which had halted on the other side of the street was now proceeding slowly onward again.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 4. Sir Henry Baskerville 17 These, though known for their valour and their breed, were whimpering in a cluster at the head of a deep dip or goyal, as we call it, upon the moor, some slinking away and some, with starting hackles and staring eyes, gazing down the narrow valley before them.
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