1 As the smell of crisp fresh pork came to her, Scarlett wrinkled her nose appreciatively, hoping that by the time it was cooked she would feel some appetite.
2 His hat was gone, his crisp long hair was tumbled in a white mane, his cravat was under one ear, and there were liquor stains down his shirt bosom.
3 There was an air about him that was crisp and cool and he was meeting the emergency with no unnecessary words.
4 She was remembering the vital, virile old man with his mane of crisp white hair, his bellowing cheerfulness, his stamping boots, his clumsy jokes, his generosity.
5 She learned that his voice could be as silky as a cat's fur one moment and crisp and crackling with oaths the next.
6 She had changed to her best Sunday black and her apron and head rag were fresh and crisp.
7 Bonnie came on with a rush, her crisp black curls jerking, her blue eyes blazing.
8 But they were welcomed warmly enough in the kitchen, with its crisp new plaster, its black and nickel range, its cream separator in a corner.
9 Out from the centre of the sea, poor Pip turned his crisp, curling, black head to the sun, another lonely castaway, though the loftiest and the brightest.
10 In a word, after being tried out, the crisp, shrivelled blubber, now called scraps or fritters, still contains considerable of its unctuous properties.
11 It was a crisp autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen.
12 Phineas easily leaped the chasm, and sat down the boy on a smooth, flat platform of crisp white moss, that covered the top of the rock.
13 It was that of a man about forty-three or forty-four years of age, middle-sized, broad shouldered, with crisp curling black hair, and a short stubbly beard.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In PART I: CHAPTER III. THE LAURISTON GARDEN MYSTERY 14 There was a rush, a clatter upon the stairs, the bang of a door, and the crisp rattle of running footfalls from the street.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In VII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE BLUE CARBUNCLE 15 At last, however, the bumping of the road was exchanged for the crisp smoothness of a gravel-drive, and the carriage came to a stand.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In IX. THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENGINEER’S THUMB