Poetic Prose: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

The Return of Sherlock Holmes

“As it opened there came a tumultuous rush into the hall, rapid feet clattered up the stair, and an instant later a wild-eyed and frantic young man, pale, disheveled, and palpitating, burst into the room. He looked from one to the other of us, and under our gaze of inquiry he became conscious that some apology was needed for this unceremonious entry.”

(From “The Adventure of the Norwood Builder.”)

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One Response to Poetic Prose: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

  1. Pingback: What I learned: The Return of Sherlock Holmes, by Arthur Conan Doyle | Discovering Writing

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