Собака Баскервиллей
Baskerville Hall
"No,sir,itisgoneforever."
"Indeed. Thatisveryinteresting. Well,good-bye,"headdedasthetrainbegantoglidedowntheplatform. "Bearinmind,SirHenry,oneofthephrasesinthatqueeroldlegendwhichDr.Mortimerhasreadtous, andavoidthemoorinthosehoursofdarknesswhenthepowersofevilareexalted."
Ilookedbackattheplatformwhenwehadleftitfarbehind,andsawthetall,austerefigureofHolmesstandingmotionlessandgazingafterus.
Thejourneywasaswiftandpleasantone, andIspentitinmakingthemoreintimateacquaintanceofmytwocompanionsandinplayingwithDr.Mortimer’sspaniel. Inaveryfewhoursthebrownearthhadbecomeruddy,thebrickhadchangedtogranite, andredcowsgrazedinwell-hedgedfieldswherethelushgrassesandmoreluxuriantvegetationspokeofaricher,ifadamper,climate. YoungBaskervillestaredeagerlyoutofthewindow,andcriedaloudwithdelightasherecognizedthefamiliarfeaturesoftheDevonscenery.
"I’vebeenoveragoodpartoftheworldsinceIleftit,Dr.Watson,"saidhe; "butIhaveneverseenaplacetocomparewithit."
"IneversawaDevonshiremanwhodidnotswearbyhiscounty,"Iremarked.
"Itdependsuponthebreedofmenquiteasmuchasonthecounty,"saidDr.Mortimer. "AglanceatourfriendhererevealstheroundedheadoftheCelt,whichcarriesinsideittheCelticenthusiasmandpowerofattachment. PoorSirCharles’sheadwasofaveryraretype,halfGaelic,halfIvernianinitscharacteristics. ButyouwereveryyoungwhenyoulastsawBaskervilleHall,wereyounot?"
