1 I held the little printed slip to the light.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In III. A CASE OF IDENTITY 2 Suddenly my eyes caught the glint of a light.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE 3 Then, when I flash a light upon them, close in swiftly.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE 4 I could not imagine a man of your habits looking at himself in an equal light and being satisfied with such a result.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In IV. THE BOSCOMBE VALLEY MYSTERY 5 That was last Friday, Mr. Holmes, and I have never seen or heard anything since then to throw any light upon what became of him.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In III. A CASE OF IDENTITY 6 Then, again, I have heard it is no use your applying if your hair is light red, or dark red, or anything but real bright, blazing, fiery red.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE 7 Out of the black shadows there glimmered little red circles of light, now bright, now faint, as the burning poison waxed or waned in the bowls of the metal pipes.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 8 Inspector Barton, who had charge of the case, made a very careful examination of the premises, but without finding anything which threw any light upon the matter.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 9 With a rending, tearing sound, one of the broad, white stones turned over upon its side and left a square, gaping hole, through which streamed the light of a lantern.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE 10 Well, I think, Doctor, that we may let some light into this dark place, and I believe that the only chance young Openshaw has in the meantime is to do what I have told him.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In V. THE FIVE ORANGE PIPS 11 In spite of the light brown dustcoat and leather-leggings which he wore in deference to his rustic surroundings, I had no difficulty in recognising Lestrade, of Scotland Yard.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In IV. THE BOSCOMBE VALLEY MYSTERY 12 As we approached, the door flew open, and a little blonde woman stood in the opening, clad in some sort of light mousseline de soie, with a touch of fluffy pink chiffon at her neck and wrists.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 13 Mr. Merryweather stopped to light a lantern, and then conducted us down a dark, earth-smelling passage, and so, after opening a third door, into a huge vault or cellar, which was piled all round with crates and massive boxes.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE 14 Then it lengthened out until it became a yellow line, and then, without any warning or sound, a gash seemed to open and a hand appeared, a white, almost womanly hand, which felt about in the centre of the little area of light.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE 15 She stood with her figure outlined against the flood of light, one hand upon the door, one half-raised in her eagerness, her body slightly bent, her head and face protruded, with eager eyes and parted lips, a standing question.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 16 In the dim light of the lamp I saw him sitting there, an old briar pipe between his lips, his eyes fixed vacantly upon the corner of the ceiling, the blue smoke curling up from him, silent, motionless, with the light shining upon his strong-set aquiline features.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 17 Ordering my cab to wait, I passed down the steps, worn hollow in the centre by the ceaseless tread of drunken feet; and by the light of a flickering oil-lamp above the door I found the latch and made my way into a long, low room, thick and heavy with the brown opium smoke, and terraced with wooden berths, like the forecastle of an emigrant ship.
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