1 A steep curve of heath-clad land, an outlying spur of the moor, lay in front of us.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 2 In its cold light I saw beyond the trees a broken fringe of rocks, and the long, low curve of the melancholy moor.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 3 The moon was low upon the right, and the jagged pinnacle of a granite tor stood up against the lower curve of its silver disc.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 9. The Light upon the Moor [Second Report of Dr. ... 4 The wagonette swung round into a side road, and we curved upward through deep lanes worn by centuries of wheels, high banks on either side, heavy with dripping moss and fleshy hart's-tongue ferns.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 5 Over the green squares of the fields and the low curve of a wood there rose in the distance a gray, melancholy hill, with a strange jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance, like some fantastic landscape in a dream.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 6 The house is banked in with rolling clouds, which rise now and then to show the dreary curves of the moor, with thin, silver veins upon the sides of the hills, and the distant boulders gleaming where the light strikes upon their wet faces.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 10. Extract from the Diary of Dr. Watson 7 Rolling pasture lands curved upward on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit countryside there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the moor, broken by the jagged and sinister hills.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 8 Rolling pasture lands curved upward on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit countryside there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the moor, broken by the jagged and sinister hills.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall