Story Of The Door Flashcards
Mr Utterson: A man of rugged countenance that…
Was never lighted by a smile
He was austere with himself; drank gin…
To mortify a taste for vintages
I let my brother…
Go to the devil in his own way
He never marked….
A shade in his demeanour
The street shone…
Out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood
A sinister….
Block of building thrust forward its gable on the street
Showed no windows,…
Nothing but a door
The marks of prolonged…
And sordid negligence
I was coming home from some place at the end of the world…
At three o’clock of a black winter morning
Trampled calmly…
Over the child’s body and left her screaming
It wasn’t like a man;…
It was like some damned juggernaut
But gave me one look, so ugly…
That it brought out sweat on me like running
I had taken a…
Loathing to my gentleman at first sight
Turn sick and…
White with desire to kill him
We could and would…
Make such a scandal out of this
I never saw…
A circle of hateful faces
And signed with a name…
That I can’t mention
I feel very strongly…
About putting questions
You start a question…
And it’s like starting a stone
Away the stone goes, starting others;…
And presently some bland old bird… is knocked on the head
The more it looks like…
Queer Street, the less I ask
Something displeasing,…
Something down-right detestable
I never saw a man…
I so disliked, yet I scarce know why
He gives…
A strong feeling of deformity
I am ashamed….
Of MY long tongue
