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Short Stories (story)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

48689    'I presume nothing.'
48690    'Well, then, why this hound should be loose to-night.
48691    I suppose that it does not always run loose upon the moor.
48692    Stapleton would not let it go unless he had reason to think that Sir Henry would be there.'
48693    'My difficulty is the more formidable of the two, for I think that we shall very shortly get an explanation of yours, while mine may remain for ever a mystery.
48694    The question now is, what shall we do with this poor wretch's body?
48695    We cannot leave it here to the foxes and the ravens.'
48696    'I suggest that we put it in one of the huts until we can communicate with the police.'
48697    'Exactly.
48698    I have no doubt that you and I could carry it so far.
48699    Hullo, Watson, what's this?
48700    It's the man himself, by all that's wonderful and audacious!
48701    Not a word to show your suspicions - not a word, or my plans crumble to the ground.'
48702    A figure was approaching us over the moor, and I saw the dull red glow of a cigar.
48703    The moon shone upon him, and I could distinguish the dapper shape and jaunty walk of the naturalist.

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