When was Sherlock Holmes written

When was Sherlock Holmes written He had secured himself with a twist of rope, and was watching the That was not difficult, for the soft silk slipped into a knot as strong as if tied in hemp.,"Ho, the schooner ahoy! where are you from?","We'll meet you at the door on Charter Street," Elinor reminded her, as she kissed her. "Be sure to be there on time.",Patricia cuddled down in the pillows again, with a chuckle.,"Well, Tom, I reckon it's none of our funeral whether it turns up or not," growled the other. "We're gettin' paid well fer what we're doin', ain't we? If it turns up, Scroggie and the boss'll have to do their own worryin'."，"How strange!" says Mona. "But how then did you manage?"，“Aw Mosey,” cried Betty, “give it to him in two pieces an’ make him twict as happy.”，"None at all. But the wind and rain were wild outside, so that they may have drowned the noise made by those who broke in.""I will," says the girl, impulsively, with quick tears in her eyes. "Don't hate me, my dearest, unless you wish to kill me; for that would be the end of it."

Maurice squirmed in torture. Already the burning wild turnip was getting in its work. His throat felt as though it were filled with porcupine quills. He tried to voice a protest against the injustice Billy had done him but it ended in a wheeze.,"Mona, you musn't do that. Now, I shall be really annoyed if you insist on sitting up for me and so lose a good night's rest. Now, don't, darling. It will only take it out of you, and make you pale and languid next day.",Bob applied his eye to the glass and confirmed his comrade’s statement. “Can’t we take some measurements?” he wanted to know.,"No, sir, we have sighted nothing of that sort.","When, Tom, when?" asked Ringold, eagerly.,"You had it in your hand when th' ghost poked its blue tongue in our faces," affirmed Maurice. "I saw it.",As he made his way back to the upper camp, Bob realized that in all probability he had done a foolish thing to mix in on a quarrel between the Mexicans and the Indians. That probably would mark him out among the Mexicans as someone unfriendly to them and it might have been better if he had stayed in the background. But the sight of the crowd jumping on the solitary Indian had been too much for him.,Various sensations were depicted in Mr Eagle's face as he listened. First he looked scared, then fierce by mere force of frown and enlargement of eyes, then sceptical with his sour, sneering mouth, then obstinate, sullen, mulish. He perfectly believed in the statement Mr Lawrence had made. Captain Acton, the owner, was a naval officer, and so was Mr Lawrence. They had agreed to abide in this matter of selling the ship and discharging the crew by a custom of their Service, namely, the sealed instructions.,Maurice's white face slowly expanded in a grin. He glanced in the direction of his mother, then held out his hand to the crow with a lowspoken, "Come Croaker, ol' feller.","What you want'a do, Croaker?" he asked, stroking the bird's neck feathers smooth.,"I'm the feller that owns the coon you tried to club to death," Billy answered.,"Gosh! ain't he a terror?" Maurice exclaimed. "Say, why don't you put him in the menagerie?".