Basking

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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  The Strand Magazine (1901)

“ 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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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. ”
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle,  The Hound of the Baskervilles

“ Stapleton looked at me with a curious expression in his face.
"Queer place, the moor!" said he.
"But what is it?"
"The peasants say it is the Hound of the Baskervilles calling for its prey. I've heard it once or twice before, but never quite so loud."
I looked round, with a chill of fear in my heart, at the huge swelling plain, mottled with the green patches of rushes. Nothing stirred over the vast expanse save a pair of ravens, which croaked loudly from a tor behind us.
"You are an educated man. You don't believe such nonsense as that?"
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