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Short Stories (story)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

48384    When the facts come out in Frankland v. Regina I venture to think that a thrill of indignation will run through the country.
48385    Nothing would induce me to help the police in any way.
48386    For all they cared it might have been me, instead of my effigy, which these rascals burned at the stake.
48387    Surely you are not going!
48388    You will help me to empty the decanter in honour of this great occasion!'
48389    But I resisted all his solicitations and succeeded in dissuading him from his announced intention of walking home with me.
48390    I kept the road as long as his eye was on me, and then I struck off across the moor and made for the stony hill over which the boy had disappeared.
48391    Everything was working in my favour, and I swore that it should not be through lack of energy or perseverance that I should miss the chance which Fortune had thrown in my way.
48392    The sun was already sinking when I reached the summit of the hill, and the long slopes beneath me were all golden-green on one side and grey shadow on the other.
48393    A haze lay low upon the farthest sky-line, out of which jutted the fantastic shapes of Belliver and Vixen Tor.
48394    Over the wide expanse there was no sound and no movement.
48395    One great grey bird, a gull or curlew, soared aloft in the blue heaven.
48396    He and I seemed to be the only living things between the huge arch of the sky and the desert beneath it.
48397    The barren scene, the sense of loneliness, and the mystery and urgency of my task all struck a chill into my heart.
48398    The boy was nowhere to be seen.

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