Sir Henry Baskerville

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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  The Hound of the Baskervilles (1902)

“ The coachman, a hard-faced, gnarled little fellow, saluted Sir Henry Baskerville, and in a few minutes we were flying swiftly down the broad, white road. Rolling pasture lands curved upward on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit countryside there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the moor, broken by the jagged and sinister hills. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  The Hound of the Baskervilles

“ As we came round the top of the stairs we had run up against Sir Henry Baskerville himself. His face was flushed with anger, and he held an old and dusty boot in one of his hands. So furious was he that he was hardly articulate, and when he did speak it was in a much broader and more Western dialect than any which we had heard from him in the morning.
“Seems to me they are playing me for a sucker in this hotel,” he cried. “They’ll find they’ve started in to monkey with the wrong man unless they are careful.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  The Hound of the Baskervilles (1902)

“ He is very rare, and seldom found in the late autumn. What a pity that I should have missed him!”
He spoke unconcernedly, but his small light eyes glanced incessantly from the girl to me.
“You have introduced yourselves, I can see.”
“Yes. I was telling Sir Henry that it was rather late for him to see the true beauties of the moor.”
“Why, who do you think this is?”
“I imagine that it must be Sir Henry Baskerville.”
“No, no,” said I. “Only a humble commoner, but his friend. My name is Dr. Watson.”
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Source: Wikisource

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