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I
resisted
all
pressure
to
stay
for
lunch
,
and
I
set
off
at
once
upon
my
return
journey
,
taking
the
grass-grown
path
by
which
we
had
come
.
It
seems
,
however
,
that
there
must
have
been
some
short
cut
for
those
who
knew
it
,
for
before
I
had
reached
the
road
I
was
astounded
to
see
Miss
Stapleton
sitting
upon
a
rock
by
the
side
of
the
track
.
Her
face
was
beautifully
flushed
with
her
exertions
,
and
she
held
her
hand
to
her
side
.
"
I
have
run
all
the
way
in
order
to
cut
you
off
,
Dr.
Watson
,
"
said
she
.
"
I
had
not
even
time
to
put
on
my
hat
.
I
must
not
stop
,
or
my
brother
may
miss
me
.
I
wanted
to
say
to
you
how
sorry
I
am
about
the
stupid
mistake
I
made
in
thinking
that
you
were
Sir
Henry
.
Please
forget
the
words
I
said
,
which
have
no
application
whatever
to
you
.
"
"
But
I
ca
n't
forget
them
,
Miss
Stapleton
,
"
said
I.
"
I
am
Sir
Henry
's
friend
,
and
his
welfare
is
a
very
close
concern
of
mine
.
Tell
me
why
it
was
that
you
were
so
eager
that
Sir
Henry
should
return
to
London
.
"
"
A
woman
's
whim
,
Dr.
Watson
.
When
you
know
me
better
you
will
understand
that
I
can
not
always
give
reasons
for
what
I
say
or
do
.
"
"
No
,
no
.
I
remember
the
thrill
in
your
voice
.
I
remember
the
look
in
your
eyes
.
Please
,
please
,
be
frank
with
me
,
Miss
Stapleton
,
for
ever
since
I
have
been
here
I
have
been
conscious
of
shadows
all
round
me
.
Life
has
become
like
that
great
Grimpen
Mire
,
with
little
green
patches
everywhere
into
which
one
may
sink
and
with
no
guide
to
point
the
track
.
Tell
me
then
what
it
was
that
you
meant
,
and
I
will
promise
to
convey
your
warning
to
Sir
Henry
.
"
An
expression
of
irresolution
passed
for
an
instant
over
her
face
,
but
her
eyes
had
hardened
again
when
she
answered
me
.
"
You
make
too
much
of
it
,
Dr.
Watson
,
"
said
she
.
"
My
brother
and
I
were
very
much
shocked
by
the
death
of
Sir
Charles
.
We
knew
him
very
intimately
,
for
his
favourite
walk
was
over
the
moor
to
our
house
.
He
was
deeply
impressed
with
the
curse
which
hung
over
the
family
,
and
when
this
tragedy
came
I
naturally
felt
that
there
must
be
some
grounds
for
the
fears
which
he
had
expressed
.
I
was
distressed
therefore
when
another
member
of
the
family
came
down
to
live
here
,
and
I
felt
that
he
should
be
warned
of
the
danger
which
he
will
run
.
That
was
all
which
I
intended
to
convey
.
"
But
what
is
the
danger
?
"
"
You
know
the
story
of
the
hound
?
"
