Andreas Achenbach paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
About the electronic versionThe Hound of the Baskervilles Doyle, Arthur Conan Creation of machine-readable version: Oregon State University Conversion to TEI-conformant markup: Oxford Text Archive ca. 415 kilobytes -- rounded up to the nearest 5KB
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Earlier version available from: The Oxford Text Archive, Oxford University Computing Services, 13 Banbury Road, Oxford OX2 6NN archive@ox.ac.uk 1994 Note: The original untagged electronic version of this text was downloaded in February 1992 from the Almanac Information Server located at the Extension Service at Oregon State University. Initial tagging of titles and sentences was carried out at the European Corpus Initiative in Edinburgh in October 1992.
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Monday, June 9, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Andreas Achenbach paintings
Andreas Achenbach paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings
``Oh, perfectly. But I should like you, please, to go up without me.''
Dallas paused before him, visibly bewildered. ``But, I say, Dad: do you mean you won't come up at all?''
``I don't know,'' said Archer slowly.
``If you don't she won't understand.''
``Go, my boy; perhaps I shall follow you.''
Dallas gave him a long look through the twilight.
``But what on earth shall I say?''
``My dear fellow, don't you always know what to say?'' his father rejoined with a smile.
``Very well. I shall say you're old-fashioned, and prefer walking up the five flights because you don't like lifts.''
His father smiled again. ``Say I'm old-fashioned: that's enough.''
Dallas looked at him again, and then, with an incredulous gesture, passed out of sight under the vaulted doorway.
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings
``Oh, perfectly. But I should like you, please, to go up without me.''
Dallas paused before him, visibly bewildered. ``But, I say, Dad: do you mean you won't come up at all?''
``I don't know,'' said Archer slowly.
``If you don't she won't understand.''
``Go, my boy; perhaps I shall follow you.''
Dallas gave him a long look through the twilight.
``But what on earth shall I say?''
``My dear fellow, don't you always know what to say?'' his father rejoined with a smile.
``Very well. I shall say you're old-fashioned, and prefer walking up the five flights because you don't like lifts.''
His father smiled again. ``Say I'm old-fashioned: that's enough.''
Dallas looked at him again, and then, with an incredulous gesture, passed out of sight under the vaulted doorway.
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