Собака Баскервиллей

The Stapletons of Merripit House

           "It’sgone! "saidhe. "Themirehashim. Twointwodays,andmanymore,perhaps, fortheygetinthewayofgoingthereinthedryweather,andneverknowthedifferenceuntilthemirehastheminitsclutches. It’sabadplace,thegreatGrimpenMire." 

           "Andyousayyoucanpenetrateit?" 

           "Yes,thereareoneortwopathswhichaveryactivemancantake. Ihavefoundthemout." 

           "Butwhyshouldyouwishtogointosohorribleaplace?" 

           "Well,youseethehillsbeyond? Theyarereallyislandscutoffonallsidesbytheimpassablemire,whichhascrawledroundtheminthecourseofyears. Thatiswheretherareplantsandthebutterfliesare,ifyouhavethewittoreachthem." 

           "Ishalltrymylucksomeday." 

           Helookedatmewithasurprisedface. 

           "ForGod’ssakeputsuchanideaoutofyourmind,"saidhe. "Yourbloodwouldbeuponmyhead. Iassureyouthattherewouldnotbetheleastchanceofyourcomingbackalive. ItisonlybyrememberingcertaincomplexlandmarksthatIamabletodoit." 

           "Halloa! "Icried. "Whatisthat?" 

           Along,lowmoan,indescribablysad,sweptoverthemoor. Itfilledthewholeair,andyetitwasimpossibletosaywhenceitcame. Fromadullmurmuritswelledintoadeeproar,andthensankbackintoamelancholy,throbbingmurmuronceagain. Stapletonlookedatmewithacuriousexpressioninhisface. 

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