1 He sprang round, and I could see in the gas-light that every vestige of colour had been driven from his face.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In VII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE BLUE CARBUNCLE 2 I have not yet seen the vestige of a clue.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In VII. The Adventure of The Reigate Squires 3 And the little people displayed no vestige of a creative tendency.
4 But I saw no vestige of my white figures.
5 He went on speaking and there was a quality in his voice, a sadness, a resignation, that increased her fear until every vestige of anger and disappointment was blotted out.
6 There is a vestige of decency, a sense of shame, that does much to curb and check those outbreaks of atrocious cruelty so commonly enacted upon the plantation.
7 The whole front of it was covered by a large scarlet bignonia and a native multiflora rose, which, entwisting and interlacing, left scarce a vestige of the rough logs to be seen.
8 As she came walking in, looking very tired but as composed as ever, she observed that every vestige of the unfortunate fete had disappeared, except a suspicious pucker about the corners of Jo's mouth.
9 She had left Thornfield Hall in the night; every research after her course had been vain: the country had been scoured far and wide; no vestige of information could be gathered respecting her.
10 They were sitting at either end of the couch looking at each other as if some question had been asked or was in the air, and every vestige of embarrassment was gone.
11 The door opened, and Agnes, gliding in, without a vestige of colour in her face, put her arm round his neck, and steadily said, 'Papa, you are not well.'
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP 12 What you have got to do is to destroy the thing that is upstairs--to destroy it so that not a vestige of it will be left.
13 Only ragged vestiges of glass remained in its windows, and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework.
14 The brown and charred rags that hung from the sides of it, I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books.
15 I confine myself to throwing out the observation, that, at the hour and place I have indicated, may be found such ruined vestiges as yet.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 49. I AM INVOLVED IN MYSTERY