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"
He
can
not
escape
us
,
madam
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
I
did
not
mean
my
husband
.
Sir
Henry
?
Is
he
safe
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
the
hound
?
"
"
It
is
dead
.
"
She
gave
a
long
sigh
of
satisfaction
.
"
Thank
God
!
Thank
God
!
Oh
,
this
villain
!
See
how
he
has
treated
me
!
"
She
shot
her
arms
out
from
her
sleeves
,
and
we
saw
with
horror
that
they
were
all
mottled
with
bruises
.
"
But
this
is
nothing
--
nothing
!
It
is
my
mind
and
soul
that
he
has
tortured
and
defiled
.
I
could
endure
it
all
,
ill-usage
,
solitude
,
a
life
of
deception
,
everything
,
as
long
as
I
could
still
cling
to
the
hope
that
I
had
his
love
,
but
now
I
know
that
in
this
also
I
have
been
his
dupe
and
his
tool
.
"
She
broke
into
passionate
sobbing
as
she
spoke
.
"
You
bear
him
no
good
will
,
madam
,
"
said
Holmes
.
"
Tell
us
then
where
we
shall
find
him
.
If
you
have
ever
aided
him
in
evil
,
help
us
now
and
so
atone
.
"
"
There
is
but
one
place
where
he
can
have
fled
,
"
she
answered
.
"
There
is
an
old
tin
mine
on
an
island
in
the
heart
of
the
mire
.
It
was
there
that
he
kept
his
hound
and
there
also
he
had
made
preparations
so
that
he
might
have
a
refuge
.
That
is
where
he
would
fly
.
"
The
fog-bank
lay
like
white
wool
against
the
window
.
Holmes
held
the
lamp
towards
it
.
