1 The steps passed along the path on the other side of the wall under which I crouched.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 14. The Hound of the Baskervilles 2 I tiptoed down the path and stooped behind the low wall which surrounded the stunted orchard.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 14. The Hound of the Baskervilles 3 The farther wall of the orchard was already invisible, and the trees were standing out of a swirl of white vapour.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 14. The Hound of the Baskervilles 4 Now and then we passed a moorland cottage, walled and roofed with stone, with no creeper to break its harsh outline.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 5 The light beat upon him where he stood, but long shadows trailed down the walls and hung like a black canopy above him.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 6 It was drifting slowly in our direction and banked itself up like a wall on that side of us, low but thick and well defined.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 14. The Hound of the Baskervilles 7 It is a long, dismal walk, the yew alley, between two high walls of clipped hedge, with a narrow band of grass upon either side.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 8. First Report of Dr. Watson 8 "Excuse the admiration of a connoisseur," said he as he waved his hand towards the line of portraits which covered the opposite wall.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 13. Fixing the Nets 9 Once again I had reached that dead wall which seemed to be built across every path by which I tried to get at the object of my mission.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 11. The Man on the Tor 10 He led me back into the banqueting-hall, his bedroom candle in his hand, and he held it up against the time-stained portrait on the wall.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 13. Fixing the Nets 11 For half an hour I waited with every nerve on the alert, but there came no other sound save the chiming clock and the rustle of the ivy on the wall.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 12 Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 14. The Hound of the Baskervilles 13 Then we gazed round us at the high, thin window of old stained glass, the oak panelling, the stags' heads, the coats of arms upon the walls, all dim and sombre in the subdued light of the central lamp.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 14 The room had been fashioned into a small museum, and the walls were lined by a number of glass-topped cases full of that collection of butterflies and moths the formation of which had been the relaxation of this complex and dangerous man.
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