"This affair must all be unravelled from within." He tapped his forehead. "These little grey cells. It is 'up to them'--as you say over here."
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The Mysterious Affair at Styles
by
Agatha Christie
Thwackum was for doing justice, and leaving mercy to heaven.
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Tom Jones
by
Henry Fielding
If a man means to be hard, let him keep in his saddle and speak from that height, above the level of pleading eyes, and with the command of a distant horizon.
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The Mill on the Floss
by
George Eliot
He wore a sprinkling of powder upon his head, as if to make himself look benevolent; but if that were his purpose, he would perhaps have done better to powder his countenance also, for there was something in its very wrinkles, and in his cold restless eye, which seemed to tell of cunning that would announce itself in spite of him.
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Nicholas Nickleby
by
Charles Dickens
The expression of a man's face is commonly a help to his thoughts, or glossary on his speech; but the countenance of Newman Noggs, in his ordinary moods, was a problem which no stretch of ingenuity could solve.
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Nicholas Nickleby
by
Charles Dickens
He was a ferocious man. He had been ill-made in the making. He had not been born right, and he had not been helped any by the moulding he had received at the hands of society. The hands of society are harsh, and this man was a striking sample of its handiwork.
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White Fang
by
Jack London
"Falstaff sweats to death and lards the lean earth as he walks along."
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Henry IV, Part One
by
William Shakespeare
"He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them."
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The Final Problem
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
His eyes were naturally heavy; he had an air of having wallowed, fully dressed, all day on an unmade bed.
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The Secret Agent
by
Joseph Conrad
He remembered that she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life. She had the secret of individuality which excites--and escapes.
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Victory
by
Joseph Conrad