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The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

47815    Isn't that the direction of the great Grimpen Mire?'
47816    'Yes, it is.'
47817    'Well, it was up there.
47818    Come now, Watson, didn't you think yourself that it was the cry of a hound?
47819    I am not a child.
47820    You need not fear to speak the truth.'
47821    'Stapleton was with me when I heard it last.
47822    He said that it might be the calling of a strange bird.'
47823    'No, no, it was a hound.
47824    My God, can there be some truth in all these stories?
47825    Is it possible that I am really in danger from so dark a cause?
47826    You don't believe it, do you, Watson?'
47827    'No, no.'
47828    'And yet it was one thing to laugh about it in London, and it is another to stand out here in the darkness of the moor and to hear such a cry as that.
47829    And my uncle!

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