It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.
Arthur Conan DoyleThe great bell of Beaulieu was ringing. Far away through the forest might be heard its musical clangor and swell.
Arthur Conan DoyleNever trust to general impressions, my boy, but concentrate yourself upon details.
Arthur Conan Doyle