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Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

           “ByJove!”Icried,“ifhereallywantssomeonetosharetheroomsandtheexpense,Iamtheverymanforhim. Ishouldpreferhavingapartnertobeingalone.” 

           YoungStamfordlookedratherstrangelyatmeoverhiswine-glass. “Youdon’tknowSherlockHolmesyet,”hesaid;“perhapsyouwouldnotcareforhimasaconstantcompanion.” 

           “Why,whatisthereagainsthim?” 

           “Oh,Ididn’tsaytherewasanythingagainsthim. Heisalittlequeerinhisideasanenthusiastinsomebranchesofscience. AsfarasIknowheisadecentfellowenough.” 

           “Amedicalstudent,Isuppose?”saidI. 

           “NoIhavenoideawhatheintendstogoinfor. Ibelieveheiswellupinanatomy,andheisafirst-classchemist;but,asfarasIknow,hehasnevertakenoutanysystematicmedicalclasses. Hisstudiesareverydesultoryandeccentric,buthehasamassedalotofout-of-thewayknowledgewhichwouldastonishhisprofessors.” 

           “Didyouneveraskhimwhathewasgoinginfor?”Iasked. 

           “No;heisnotamanthatitiseasytodrawout,thoughhecanbecommunicativeenoughwhenthefancyseizeshim.” 

           “Ishouldliketomeethim,”Isaid. “IfIamtolodgewithanyone,Ishouldpreferamanofstudiousandquiethabits. Iamnotstrongenoughyettostandmuchnoiseorexcitement. IhadenoughofbothinAfghanistantolastmefortheremainderofmynaturalexistence. HowcouldImeetthisfriendofyours?” 

           “Heissuretobeatthelaboratory,”returnedmycompanion. 

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