Quotes of 100 Common words from Classic

I was in time to see the beast spring upon its victim, hurl him to the ground, and worry at his throat.

Pere Pamphile had seen Dantes pass not ten minutes before; and assured that he was at the Catalans, they sat down under the budding foliage of the planes and sycamores, in the branches of which the birds were singing their welcome to one of the first days of spring.

Meanwhile his comrades had prepared the repast, had got some water from a spring, spread out the fruit and bread, and cooked the kid.

He supposes there is in the neighborhood of the house he has bought a mineral spring equal to those at Bagneres, Luchon, and Cauterets.

He has already dug up all the garden two or three times to find the famous spring, and, being unsuccessful, he will soon purchase all the contiguous houses.

Barrois touched a spring, the false bottom came out, and they saw a bundle of papers tied with a black string.

He reached the instrument he had placed on the stand, touched a spring, and immediately a pale light, just bright enough to render objects distinct, was reflected on his hands and countenance.

He placed the casket on the table; then opening it took out a little golden box, the top of which flew open when touched by a secret spring.

With one spring he flew from the chamber of Milady into that of the maid, and quick as lightning, he slammed to the door, and placed all his weight against it, while Kitty pushed the bolts.

Milady uttered a deep, inward shriek, and retreated to a corner of the room like a panther which crouches for a spring.

My stepfather has offered no opposition to the match, and we are to be married in the course of the spring.

To me at least there was a strange contrast between the sweet promise of the spring and this sinister quest upon which we were engaged.

It was a cold morning of the early spring, and we sat after breakfast on either side of a cheery fire in the old room at Baker Street.

It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east.

It was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London was interested, and the fashionable world dismayed, by the murder of the Honourable Ronald Adair under most unusual and inexplicable circumstances.

He was within three yards of us, this sinister figure, and I had braced myself to meet his spring, before I realized that he had no idea of our presence.