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           "Watson,"saidthebaronet,"itwasthecryofahound." 

           Mybloodrancoldinmyveins,fortherewasabreakinhisvoicewhichtoldofthesuddenhorrorwhichhadseizedhim. 

           "Whatdotheycallthissound? "heasked. 

           "Who?" 

           "Thefolkonthecountry-side." 

           "Oh,theyareignorantpeople. Whyshouldyoumindwhattheycallit?" 

           "Tellme,Watson.Whatdotheysayofit?" 

           Ihesitatedbutcouldnotescapethequestion. 

           "TheysayitisthecryoftheHoundoftheBaskervilles." 

           Hegroanedandwassilentforafewmoments. 

           "Ahounditwas,"hesaid,atlast,"butitseemedtocomefrommilesaway,overyonder,Ithink." 

           "Itwashardtosaywhenceitcame." 

           "Itroseandfellwiththewind. Isn’tthatthedirectionofthegreatGrimpenMire?" 

           "Yes,itis." 

           "Well,itwasupthere. Comenow,Watson,didn’tyouthinkyourselfthatitwasthecryofahound? Iamnotachild. Youneednotfeartospeakthetruth."