Lot 249 by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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Oh, my goodness, Smith, Whatever's the matter? Brandy, give me some brandy. Er yes, You need it. Dear boy, your wife is a goat cheese. I, um my old man. Again now, I was never so unmanned before with your leave plumper tree. I would I will sleep here tonight, but I don't think I could face that road again. Except by daylight. It's terribly weak. I know. But I can't help it. Of course. Who should sleep here if you wish. I'll tell Mrs Bernie to make up the spare bed. Where you off to now? Come up with me. To the window that overlooks the door. I want you to see what I have seen. What is it you've seen? Look at sea. See? I see the drive and the fields on either side all appears quiet and still quite peaceful in the moonlight. You do not see well Really, Mr Smith, it is well that I know you to be an abstemious man. What in the world have frightened you? I'll tell you presently with wet. Where can it have gone? Now look, look. See there. That's the curve of the road just beyond your gate. Yes, I I see. You needn't pinch my arm off. I saw someone passed. Should say a man Rather thin. Apparently tall, very old. But what of him? On what? Of yourself? You're still shaking like an aspen leaf. I have bean within the hand grip of that devil. Come down to your study. I shall tell you the whole storey.