"There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colorless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it."
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A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"I'm not going to tell you much more of the case, Doctor. You know a conjuror gets no credit when once he has explained his trick, and if I show you too much of my method of working, you will come to the conclusion that I am a very ordinary individual after all."
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A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"They are mostly sent on by private inquiry agencies. They are all people who are in trouble about something, and want a little enlightening. I listen to their story, they listen to my comments, and then I pocket my fee."
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A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"How are you? You have been in Afghanistan, I perceive."
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A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"By a man's finger-nails, by his coat-sleeve, by his boots, by his trouser knees, by the callosities of his forefinger and thumb, by his expression, by his shirt cuffs -- by each of these things a man's calling is plainly revealed. That all united should fail to enlighten the competent inquirer in any case is almost inconceivable."
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A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.
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The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe
A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master.
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The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe
"You don't want to love--your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere."
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Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence
The trains roared by like projectiles level on the darkness, fuming and burning, making the valley clang with their passage. They were gone, and the lights of the towns and villages glittered in silence.
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Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence
He liked to watch his fellow-clerks at work. The man was the work and the work was the man, one thing, for the time being. It was different with the girls. The real woman never seemed to be there at the task, but as if left out, waiting.
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Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence
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