Цитаты из книги автора Arthur Conan Doyle Playing With Fire

jerking and twitching like an epilepti

rearing, stamping, smashing, springing, snorting.

corner it gathered and glowed, hardening down into a shining core

ce, file-firing, volley-firing,

nerves were as tense

black loom of the motionless figures.

drew up our chairs

deranged the conditions,

griffins and cockatrices

it took me on the raw."