автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Sign of the Four

Arthur Conan Doyle

Surely the game is hardly worth the candle.

he always employed two prize

were smeared with a dark liquid

but tugged at his leash

would serve their turn

Strange dogs sauntered up

looked neither to the right nor to the left

slatternly women were taking down shutters and brushing door-steps

Now the red rim of the sun

if he could have been simply bound and gagged