"Thank God, I think that I hear him coming."
Our success and even his life may depend upon his coming out before the fog is over the path
the Fernworthy people will burn me in effigy to-night.
with unwonted good humour
I am certainly developing the wisdom of the serpent, for when Mortimer pressed his questions to an inconvenient extent I asked him casually to what type Frankland's skull belonged, and so heard nothing but craniology for the rest of our drive. I have not lived for years with Sherlock Holmes for nothing
in a very few days the necessary arrangements will have been made and he will be on his way to South America
The Hound of the Baskervilles
Through the gateway we passed into the avenue, where the wheels were again hushed amid the leaves, and the old trees shot their branches in a sombre tunnel over our heads. Baskerville shuddered as he looked up the long, dark drive to where the house glimmered like a ghost at the farther end.
