Youth does not inspire confidence, in life or in stories,
. . the first spring in five free from the rumour of guns across the Channel, a spring anxious to make up for the cold winter, life bursting out after four years of death. All of England raised her fa...
My God, it can recognise another human being when it's hit over the head with one.
Men do, I've found, accept the most errant nonsense from a well dressed woman
The problem in turning independent thinkers loose on a matter is, they tend to go beyond the theoretical and seize the chance for independent action. Thus,
THE END OF a case is always long, tedious, and anticlimactic,
A Scotchwoman’s Shortbread Biscuits Cream together ½ pound (1 cup) warm butter with ¾ cup dark brown sugar. Work in 2 ¼ cups flour—slightly less if the mixture is too dry to hold together. Chill brie...
The house was still, weighty with the comfort of a thousand books.
The dead have a claim on us even heavier than that of the living, for they cannot hear our explanations, and we cannot ask their forgiveness.
The response to a festering sore was not to extol its virtues, but to lance the thing and let the poison bleed out.
The words given voice inside the mind are not always clear, however; they can be gentle and elliptical, what the prophets call the , the daughter of the voice of God, she who speaks in whispers and ha...
Lady Molly, perhaps?
Normally, one is only conscious of the room around one, but when no-one else is present, one's awareness is free to fill all the space.
I think not. I find short hair too much fuss, always needing combing and cutting. Long hair is much easier, oddly enough. There
You did tell me what a very superior sort of mind your friend has. What a pity he was born trapped in a man's body.
Ratiocination.
I undid the wrappings with great curiosity, for Holmes did not normally give gifts. I opened the dark velvet jeweller's box and found inside a shiny new set of picklocks, a younger version of his own....
Why was the mind said to have an eye and not a hand, or a tongue? Perhaps touch, taste, odour, sound were linked to the heart rather than the intellect.
I told you it was a backwoods. They probably still practice corn sacrifice.
Moments of pure relaxation were rare for me. There was always the nagging of books unread, work undone, time a-wasting.
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