curving

Holmes led the way up the curving, uncarpeted stair.

Sometimes the road went through woods where maples were beginning to hang out scarlet banners; sometimes it crossed rivers on bridges that made Anne’s flesh cringe with the old, half-delightful fear; sometimes it wound along a harbor shore and passed by a little cluster of weather-gray fishing huts; again it mounted to hills whence a far sweep of curving upland or misty-blue sky could be seen; but wherever it went there was much of interest to discuss.

Every little cove along the curving road was a marvel of dancing ripples.

It ended in a curving staircase, with the commissionnaire’s lodge in the passage at the bottom.