автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Moonstone

Wilkie Collins

He put the Moonstone into his pocket.

You choose a woman, you try her, and she breaks your heart.

“Why not look into it?”

There he was at the window, drawing hieroglyphics with his finger in the damp on the glass.

in the nick of time t

thick of the story.

a dart, in a dashing, spirited, thoroughbred way—

were made fast,

seemingly at having caught Mr. Franklin’s eye;

let me bide a little longer here.”