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1 The wind made talking difficult, and flecked the blood into the face.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeBy Robert Louis Stevenson ContextHighlight In CHAPTER THE LAST NIGHT
2 The square, when they got there, was all full of wind and dust, and the thin trees in the garden were lashing themselves along the railing.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeBy Robert Louis Stevenson ContextHighlight In CHAPTER THE LAST NIGHT
3 Certain agents I found to have the power to shake and to pluck back that fleshly vestment, even as a wind might toss the curtains of a pavilion.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeBy Robert Louis Stevenson ContextHighlight In CHAPTER HENRY JEKYLL'S FULL STATEMENT OF THE CASE
4 It was a fine dry night; frost in the air; the streets as clean as a ballroom floor; the lamps, unshaken, by any wind, drawing a regular pattern of light and shadow.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeBy Robert Louis Stevenson ContextHighlight In CHAPTER SEARCH FOR MR. HYDE
5 It was a wild, cold, seasonable night of March, with a pale moon, lying on her back as though the wind had tilted her, and a flying wrack of the most diaphanous and lawny texture.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeBy Robert Louis Stevenson ContextHighlight In CHAPTER THE LAST NIGHT
6 In my extreme distress of wind, I have a morbid fear of misdirecting you; but even if I am in error, you may know the right drawer by its contents: some powders, a phial and a paper book.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeBy Robert Louis Stevenson ContextHighlight In CHAPTER DR. LANYON'S NARRATIVE
7 The wind, which only broke in puffs and draughts into that deep well of building, tossed the light of the candle to and fro about their steps, until they came into the shelter of the theatre, where they sat down silently to wait.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeBy Robert Louis Stevenson ContextHighlight In CHAPTER THE LAST NIGHT
8 The fog still slept on the wing above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these fallen clouds, the procession of the town's life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty wind.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeBy Robert Louis Stevenson ContextHighlight In CHAPTER INCIDENT OF THE LETTER