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Doyle, Arthur Conan

"The Memoirs Of Sherlock Holmes"

Mr. Grant Munro pushed impatiently forward, however, and we stumbled after him as best we could.


? ? ? ? "There are the lights of my house," he murmured, pointing to a glimmer among the trees. "And here is the cottage which I am going to enter."


? ? ? ? We turned a corner in the lane as he spoke, and there was the building close beside us. A yellow bar falling across the black foreground showed that the door was not quite closed, and one window in the upper story was brightly illuminated. As we looked, we saw a dark blur moving across the blind.


? ? ? ? "There is that creature!" cried Grant Munro. "You can see for yourselves that someone is there. Now follow me, and we shall soon know all."


? ? ? ? We approached the door, but suddenly a woman appeared out of the shadow and stood in the golden track of the lamplight. I could not see her face in the darkness, but her arms were thrown out in an attitude of entreaty.


? ? ? ? "For God's sake, don't, Jack!" she cried. "I had a presentiment that you would come this evening. Think better of it, dear! Trust me again, and you will never have cause to regret it."


? ? ? ? "I have trusted you too long, Effie," he cried sternly.


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