Sherlock Holmes had pushed away his untasted breakfast and lit the unsavoury pipe which was the companion of his deepest meditations. ~ The Valley of Fear
He was too much absorbed with his own thoughts to give any immediate answer to my remonstrance. He leaned upon his hand, with his untasted breakfast before him, and he stared at the slip of paper which he had just drawn from its envelope. Then he took the envelope itself, held it up to the light, and very carefully studied both the exterior and the flap. ~ The Valley of Fear
"We had got as far as this, when who should walk in but the gentleman himself, who had been drinking his beer in the taproom and had heard the whole conversation. Who was I? What did I want? What did I mean by asking questions? He had a fine flow of language, and his adjectives were very vigorous." ~ The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist
He lit the candelabrum of ten candles upon the centre table. The fire was already burning up, crackling merrily, and sending spurts of blue, pungent smoke into the room. The captain walked to the window and looked out. The moon had gone in again, and it was raining heavily. He could hear the deep sough of the wind and see the dark loom of the trees, all swaying in the one direction. It was a sight which gave a zest to his comfortable quarters, and to the cold fowl and the bottle of wine which the butler had brought up for him. ~ The Lord of Chateau Noir
Picnics are very dear to those who are in the first stage of the tender passion. ~ Our Derby Sweepstakes
"There can be no question, my dear Watson, of the value of exercise before breakfast." ~ The Adventure of Black Peter
"Great sorrow or great joy should bring intense hunger--not abstinence from food, as our novelists will have it." ~ The Poison Belt
