1 Those who, as yet, had no horses sat on the curb in front of Bullard's store and watched their mounted comrades, chewed tobacco and told yarns.
2 "I think we should go," said Scarlett, trying to curb her eagerness and to keep her face earnest and simple.
3 Up Peachtree came a closed carriage and Scarlett went to the curb eagerly to see if she knew the occupant, for Aunt Pitty's house was still several blocks away.
4 Saloons blossomed overnight, two and sometimes three in a block, and after nightfall the streets were full of drunken men, black and white, reeling from wall to curb and back again.
5 For all her spoiled and willful ways she was such a lovable child that he lacked the heart to try to curb her.
6 In front of it, at the curb, a huge wooden clock which did not go.
7 veterans, who when they gossiped sometimes squatted on their heels on the sidewalk, like resting Indians, and reflectively spat over the curb.
8 Main Street was a black swamp from curb to curb; on residence streets the grass parking beside the walks oozed gray water.
9 A cab was driving by; and Jurgis sprang and called, and it swung round to the curb.
10 Three patrol wagons were drawn up at the curb, and the whole neighborhood had turned out to see the sport; there was much chaffing, and a universal craning of necks.
11 There is a vestige of decency, a sense of shame, that does much to curb and check those outbreaks of atrocious cruelty so commonly enacted upon the plantation.
12 The very first thing which I observed on arriving there was that a cab had made two ruts with its wheels close to the curb.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In PART I: CHAPTER IV. WHAT JOHN RANCE HAD TO TELL 13 At the same moment a sinewy brown hand caught the frightened horse by the curb, and forcing a way through the drove, soon brought her to the outskirts.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In PART II: CHAPTER II. THE FLOWER OF UTAH 14 You will find a small brougham waiting close to the curb, driven by a fellow with a heavy black cloak tipped at the collar with red.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XII. The Adventure of The Final Problem 15 Amid the droning of the wind there had come the stamping of a horse's hoofs, and the long grind of a wheel as it rasped against the curb.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In X. THE ADVENTURE OF THE GOLDEN PINCE-NEZ