• [Sir Hugo pursues the maiden]
  • He looked over it again with a convex lens
  • His eyes fell upon the stick in Holmes's hand
  • Dr. Mortimer turned the manuscript to the light and read
  • There in the centre lay the unhappy maid where she had fallen
  • His body was discovered
  • I saw his eyes fix themselves over my shoulder
  • “There's our man, Watson: Come along”
  • “You have indeed much to answer for”
  • “He scribbled the appointment on his shirt cuff”
  • “That is Baskerville Hall in the middle”
  • Sir Henry Baskerville
  • He glanced swiftly over it
  • Holding it only and inch or two from his nose
  • “Here are the names of twenty-three hotels”
  • The driver pointed with his whip hand. “Baskertville Hall,” said he.
  • He held an old and dusty boot in one of his hands
  • The proposition took me completely by surprise
  • “His name,” said the cabman, “was Mr. Sherlock Holmes.”
  • Our friends were waiting for us on the platform
  • “Welcome, Sir Henry!”
  • The dining-room was a place of shadow and gloom
  • It was a stranger pursuing me
  • That is the great grimpen mire
  • “Go Back!” she said
  • “You know the story of the hound?”
  • “He took us to show us the spot”
  • The yew alley
  • He stared out into the blackness
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  • Over the rock was thrust out an evil yellow face
  • Sir Henry put his hand on my shoulder
  • Sir Henry suddenly drew Miss Stapleton to his side
  • “What are you doing here, Barrymore?”
  • “The escaped convict, Sir”
  • “I saw the figure of a man upon the Tor”
  • The shadow of Sherlock Holmes
  • The butler was standing, very pale, but very collected, before us.
  • “You know that there is another man, then?”
  • “Really, Sir, this is a very extraordinry question.”
  • “Good-day, Dr. Watson,’ he cried
  • Frankland clapped his eye to it and gave a cry of satisfaction
  • It was a prostrate man face downwards upon the ground
  • There he sat upon a stone
  • It was the face of Selden, the criminal
  • “Who — who's this?” he stammered
  • The Hound of the Baskervilles
  • He stopped suddenly and stared fixedly fixedly up over my head into the air
  • “Good heavens!” I cried in amazement
  • The lady sprang from her chair
  • We all three shook hands
  • I could look straight through the uncurtained window
  • He looked round him in surprise
  • Holmes entered five barrels of his revolver into the creature's flank
  • “Phosphorus!” I said
  • Mrs. Stapleton sank upon the floor
  • He held an old black boot in the air
  • Where the animal had been confined
  • A retrospection
  • “Be ready in half an hour”
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    Bibliography

    Doyle, Arthur Conan. The Original Illustrated Sherlock Holmes. “Reproduced from the original publication in The Strand Magazine with the classic illustrations by Sidney Paget.” Edison, New Jersey: Castle Books, [after 1954]. Internet Archive version of a copy donated by Friends of the San Francisco Library. Web.


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