Ha! I am glad to see that Mrs.Hudson has had the good sense to light the fire.

Pray draw up to it, and I shall order you a cup of hot coffee, for I observe that you are shivering." "It is not cold which makes me shiver," said the woman in a low voice, changing her seat as requested.
"What, then ?" "It is fear, Mr.Holmes.It is terror." She raised her veil as she spoke, and we could see that she was indeed in a pitiable state of agitation, her face all drawn and grey, with restless frightened eyes, like those of some hunted animal.

Her features and figure were those of a woman of thirty, but her hair was shot with premature grey, and her expression was weary and haggard.
Sherlock Holmes ran her over with one of his quick, all-comprehensive glances.
"You must not fear," said he soothingly, bending forward and patting her forearm.

"We shall soon set matters right, I have no doubt.

You have come in by train this morning, I see." "You know me, then ?" "No, but I observe the second half of a return ticket in the palm of your left glove.