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Black beams shot across above our heads, with a smoke-darkened ceiling beyond them.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

When Dr. Mortimer had finished reading this singular narrative he pushed his spectacles up on his forehead and stared across at Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

“Who knew that you were going to the Northumberland Hotel?” asked Holmes, glancing keenly across at our visitor.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

Once again I had reached that dead wall which seemed to be built across every path by which I tried to get at the object of my mission.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

As her beautiful head fell upon her chest I saw the clear red weal of a whiplash across her neck.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

I have established a right of way through the centre of old Middleton’s park, slap across it, sir, within a hundred yards of his own front door.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

A small fly or moth had fluttered across our path, and in an instant Stapleton was rushing with extraordinary energy and speed in pursuit of it.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

We’d jammed an absolutely perfect barricade across the bridge.
Ernest Hemingway, In Our Time

Then he passed through the same door as before, and the light of the candle framed it in the darkness and shot one single yellow beam across the gloom of the corridor.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

Already the first thin wisps of it were curling across the golden square of the lighted window.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

Perhaps the thought of that lonely walk across the ill-omened moor was weighing heavily upon his mind.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

I found the black tor upon which I had seen the solitary watcher, and from its craggy summit I looked out myself across the melancholy downs.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

Across the middle of it a single sentence had been formed by the expedient of pasting printed words upon it.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

I am presuming that the cause of his fears came to him across the moor.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

Minarets stuck up in the rain out of Adrianople across the mud flats.
Ernest Hemingway, In Our Time

Then once more the footsteps approached and a shadow fell across the opening of the hut.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

Broad bars of golden light from the lower windows stretched across the orchard and the moor.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

Young Buckley came in with his patrol from across the river.
Ernest Hemingway, In Our Time

“Move your light across the window, Watson!” cried the baronet.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

Rain squalls drifted across their russet face, and the heavy, slate-coloured clouds hung low over the landscape, trailing in grey wreaths down the sides of the fantastic hills.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

The walk in the centre is about eight feet across.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles

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