Quotes About Intrigue

To describe Monroe's books is like trying to describe the Lowcountry itself.

How dare he give her no opportunity to ignore him?

Sometimes sexuality was more compelling when it was not overt.

She is not conventionally beautiful or accomplished or elegant," Magnus continued, "but she is attractive. She does not even know how much, but every man she meets feels it and is drawn to her. The thing is, though, that most ladies feel drawn to her too. So it is not flirtation, you see. It is simply the extraordinary attractiveness of her character." -Slightly Dangerous (Bedwyn Saga #6)

I do not understand dalliance, Lord Ponsonby." "But you are d-drawn to it, Mrs. Keeping.

when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life

You interest me very much, Mr. Holmes. I had hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull or such well-marked supra-orbital development. Would you have any objection to my running my finger along your parietal fissure? A cast of your skull, sir, until the original is available, would be an ornament to any anthropological museum. It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull." Sherlock

den, and I was walking down the street with

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sententiously. "Well, I went to Underwood

Is that Eduardo Lucas of Godolphin Street?" "Yes." "You will not see him." "Why not?" "He was murdered in his house last night." My friend has so often astonished me in the course of our adventures that it was with a sense of exultation that I realized how completely I had astonished him.

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than theories, after all. My view of the case is confirmed. There is a trapdoor communicating with the roof, and

heard the creature

nondescript individuals put in an appearance, Sherlock Holmes

It is cocaine, he said,—a seven-per-cent. solution. Would you care to try it?

Stangerson too!" he muttered. "The plot thickens.

Then what are they? Who is this K. K. K., and why does he pursue this unhappy family?

think that it is quite clear that there must be more than one of them.

It was my first visit to the scene of the crime--a high, dingy, narrow-chested house, prim, formal, and solid, like the century which gave it birth.

Talk away, Mr. Holmes. I'm just loving it. It's fine!

Well, really, this is a very pretty little mystery! What

screened by a young beech. Where the two walls joined, several bricks had been loosened, and the crevices left were worn down and rounded upon the lower side, as though they had frequently been used as a ladder. Holmes clambered up, and taking the dog from me he dropped it over upon the other side. "There's the print of Wooden-leg's

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