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The Hound of the Baskervilles - Doyle, Arthur Conan ยท 43 words
When they were gone we looked out of the window again. Sir Henry had flung it open, and the cold night wind beat in upon our faces. Far away in the black distance there still glowed that one tiny point of yellow light.
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