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The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

48646    Far away, miles off, in the direction of Grimpen, a single steady yellow light was shining.
48647    It could only come from the lonely abode of the Stapletons.
48648    With a bitter curse I shook my fist at it as I gazed.
48649    'Why should we not seize him at once?'
48650    'Our case is not complete.
48651    The fellow is wary and cunning to the last degree.
48652    It is not what we know, but what we can prove.
48653    If we make one false move the villain may escape us yet.'
48654    'What can we do?'
48655    'There will be plenty for us to do to-morrow.
48656    To-night we can only perform the last offices to our poor friend.'
48657    Together we made our way down the precipitous slope and approached the body, black and clear against the silver stones.
48658    The agony of those contorted limbs struck me with a spasm of pain and blurred my eyes with tears.
48659    'We must send for help, Holmes!
48660    We cannot carry him all the way to the Hall.

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