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by Agatha Christie
Mrs. McGillicuddy panted along the platform in the wake of the porter carrying her suitcase.
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
by Agatha Christie
Miss Jane Marple was sitting by her window.
by Agatha Christie
IN THE CORNER of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar ...
by Charles Dickens
LONDON. MICHAELMAS TERM LATELY OVER, AND THE LORD Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.
by Dante Alighieri
Midway in his allotted threescore years and ten, Dante comes to himself with a start and realizes that he has strayed fr...
by Agatha Christie
I believe that a well-known anecdote exists to the effect that a young writer, determined to make the commencement of hi...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
IN the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...
by Kenneth Grahame
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.
by D. H. Lawrence
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.
by Лев Толстой
KARENIN and his wife continued to live under the same roof, to meet every day, and yet to remain entire strangers to eac...
by Charles Dickens
THE first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the ea...
by John le Carré
The American handed Leamas another cup of coffee and said, "Why don't you go back and sleep?
by Arthur Conan Doyle
I find it recorded in my notebook that it was a bleak and windy day towards the end of March in the year 1892.
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco cas...
by J.R.R. Tolkien
When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a part...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
"I AM afraid, Watson, that I shall have to go," said Holmes, as we sat down together to our breakfast one morning.