Возвращение Шерлока Холмса

The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez

           

           “AndyoumeantosaythatIcouldlieuponthatbedandnotbeawarethatawomanhadenteredmyroom?”

           “Ineversaidso.Youwereawareofit.Youspokewithher.Yourecognizedher.Youaidedhertoescape.”

           Againtheprofessorburstintohigh-keyedlaughter.Hehadrisentohisfeet,andhiseyesglowedlikeembers.

           “Youaremad!”hecried.“Youaretalkinginsanely.Ihelpedhertoescape?Whereisshenow?”

           “Sheisthere,”saidHolmes,andhepointedtoahighbookcaseinthecorneroftheroom.

           Isawtheoldmanthrowuphisarms,aterribleconvulsionpassedoverhisgrimface,andhefellbackinhischair.AtthesameinstantthebookcaseatwhichHolmespointedswungrounduponahinge,andawomanrushedoutintotheroom.“Youareright!”shecried,inastrangeforeignvoice.“Youareright!Iamhere.”

           Shewasbrownwiththedustanddrapedwiththecobwebswhichhadcomefromthewallsofherhiding-place.Herface,too,wasstreakedwithgrime,andatthebestshecouldneverhavebeenhandsome,forshehadtheexactphysicalcharacteristicswhichHolmeshaddivined,with,inaddition,alongandobstinatechin.Whatwithhernaturalblindness,andwhatwiththechangefromdarktolight,shestoodasonedazed,blinkingabouthertoseewhereandwhowewere.Andyet,inspiteofallthesedisadvantages,therewasacertainnobilityinthewoman’sbearing—agallantryinthedefiantchinandintheupraisedhead,whichcompelledsomethingofrespectandadmiration.

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