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"
Oh
,
they
are
ignorant
people
.
Why
should
you
mind
what
they
call
it
?
"
"
Tell
me
,
Watson
.
What
do
they
say
of
it
?
"
I
hesitated
but
could
not
escape
the
question
.
"
They
say
it
is
the
cry
of
the
Hound
of
the
Baskervilles
.
"
He
groaned
and
was
silent
for
a
few
moments
.
"
A
hound
it
was
,
"
he
said
,
at
last
,
"
but
it
seemed
to
come
from
miles
away
,
over
yonder
,
I
think
.
"
"
It
was
hard
to
say
whence
it
came
.
"
"
It
rose
and
fell
with
the
wind
.
Is
n't
that
the
direction
of
the
great
Grimpen
Mire
?
"
"
Yes
,
it
is
.
"
"
Well
,
it
was
up
there
.
Come
now
,
Watson
,
did
n't
you
think
yourself
that
it
was
the
cry
of
a
hound
?
I
am
not
a
child
.
You
need
not
fear
to
speak
the
truth
.
"
