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Short Stories (story)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

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.
48661    Good heavens, are you mad?'
48662    He had uttered a cry and bent over the body.
48663    Now he was dancing and laughing and wringing my hand.
48664    Could this be my stern, self-contained friend?
48665    These were hidden fires, indeed!

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