1 Your hand stole towards your own old wound and a smile quivered on your lips, which showed me that the ridiculous side of this method of settling international questions had forced itself upon your mind.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. The Adventure of the Cardboard Box 2 For an instant the wrinkles were smoothed away, the nose drew away from the chin, the lower lip ceased to protrude and the mouth to mumble, the dull eyes regained their fire, the drooping figure expanded.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In XII. The Adventure of The Final Problem 3 She seemed for an instant to wish to shrink back inside the house again; and then, seeing how useless all concealment must be, she came forward, with a very white face and frightened eyes which belied the smile upon her lips.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In III. The Adventure of The Yellow Face 4 My lips were parted to murmur out some sleepy words of surprise or remonstrance at this untimely preparation, when suddenly my half-opened eyes fell upon her face, illuminated by the candle-light, and astonishment held me dumb.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In III. The Adventure of The Yellow Face 5 He jumped up when he heard my business, and I had my whistle to my lips to call a couple of river police, who were round the corner, but he seemed to have no heart in him, and he held out his hands quietly enough for the darbies.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. The Adventure of the Cardboard Box 6 The shaft into which the river hurls itself is an immense chasm, lined by glistening coal-black rock, and narrowing into a creaming, boiling pit of incalculable depth, which brims over and shoots the stream onward over its jagged lip.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In XII. The Adventure of The Final Problem 7 Barclay, who died the other day, was sergeant in the same company as myself, and the belle of the regiment, ay, and the finest girl that ever had the breath of life between her lips, was Nancy Devoy, the daughter of the colour-sergeant.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VIII. The Adventure of The Crooked Man 8 When a moment later I saw your eyes wander away from the picture, I suspected that your mind had now turned to the Civil War, and when I observed that your lips set, your eyes sparkled, and your hands clenched I was positive that you were indeed thinking of the gallantry which was shown by both sides in that desperate struggle.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. The Adventure of the Cardboard Box