His epitaph includes "knight" and "man of letters"

Usage examples of doyle.

March 1896, matrimonial gift of Matthew Dillon: a dwarf tree of glacial arborescence under a transparent bellshade, matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle: an embalmed owl, matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper.

Doyle laughed back at Terry, like they baith kent the score, then smiled at the two birds.

There were things in the Unseelie Court that could not come out in the light of day, things that Cel could send after me, though Doyle thought it doubtful that the prince would try anything else tonight.

My friend Crocky Doyle was liked everywhere, and deemed to be rather impetuous--but the honestest fellow.

Kill the thing, aye, fair enough, but tae dae what Doyle did shows thit ye urnae right in the heid.

Colonel Doyle and Durian uncovered evidence that, for the past several years, my loving spouse kept Exterior well informed of the goings-on here.

When I was ten feet into the scurrying cross-traffic of the terminal building, amid fluorescence and PA instructions, Glory Doyle-correction-Glory Doyle Geis, or alternately Mrs.

I found myself wishing that Glory Doyle Geis would find some good and rewarding thing to do with her life from now on in, find someone who would sense how much she had to give, and how badly she needed someone to need her-as Fort Geis had.

Lake Pointe, the handsome house, snap and hiss of logs aflame, chunky glass in my hand, Glory Doyle Geis in wine slacks and white sweater sitting on a cushion on the raised hearth, dainty, bitter-sweet, semi-sad in the firelight.

Doyle is the gorgio the rya has been so anxious to find, and the rya will be very pleased with us for netting him.

It killed his career, got him buried in Narco until Doyle bailed him out.

Doyle sagged against the wall, sliding down until she crouched on the floor.

After reading the first several pagesand, Doyle noticed, leaving grease stains on them from having upwrapped the muttonByron put the manuscript down and looked at Doyle speculatively.

She followed the Firebird down Divisadero, and turned left behind the Exploratorium and the Palace of Fine Arts until the street ran into Doyle Drive.

His father, Tom Pettit, the owner of the TeePee Ranch, had died three years ago, and it now belonged to Doyle.