1 The dark panelling glowed like bronze in the golden rays, and it was hard to realize that this was indeed the chamber which had struck such a gloom into our souls upon the evening before.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 7. The Stapletons of Merripit House 2 He grazed his cattle on these slopes, and he learned to dig for tin when the bronze sword began to supersede the stone axe.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 7. The Stapletons of Merripit House 3 The pedestal, it appeared to me, was of bronze, and was thick with verdigris.
4 Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze, growing distinct as the light of the rising moon grew brighter.
5 Above me towered the sphinx, upon the bronze pedestal, white, shining, leprous, in the light of the rising moon.
6 It was, as I think I have said, of bronze.
7 They came, and then, pointing to the bronze pedestal, I tried to intimate my wish to open it.
8 I banged with my fist at the bronze panels.
9 If they mean to take your machine away, it's little good your wrecking their bronze panels, and if they don't, you will get it back as soon as you can ask for it.
10 It may have been my fancy, or it may have had something to do with my hammering at the gates of bronze.
11 Like the others, it was rimmed with bronze, curiously wrought, and protected by a little cupola from the rain.
12 Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx.
13 I found no explosives, however, nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors.
14 I could not carry both, however, and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates.
15 But now, with my growing knowledge, I felt very differently towards those bronze doors.