Excerpt from \"A Scandal in Bohemia\" by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle\".
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as he spoke, there was a sharp sound of horses, hoofs and grating wheels against the curb, followed by a sharp pull at the bell home whistled a pair by the sound, said he. Yes, he continued, glancing out of the window. A nice little brome and a pair of beauties. 150 Guineas apiece. There's money in this case. Watson. If there is nothing else, I think that I had better go homes. Not a bit, Doctor, stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell, and this promises to be interesting. It would be a pity to miss it, but your client never mind him. I may want to help and serve me here. Here he comes. Sit down in that armchair doctor and give us your best attention. A slow and heavy step, which had been heard upon the stairs and in the passage, paused immediately outside the door. Then there was allowed an authoritative tap. Come in, said Holmes, a man entered who could hardly have been less than six ft six inches in height, with the chest and limbs of a Hercules. His stress was rich with a richness which would in England be looked upon as akin to bad test heavy bands of Astrakhan was slashed across the sleeves and fronts of his double breasted coat, while the deep blue cloak, which was thrown over his shoulders, was lined with flame coloured silk and secured at the neck with a brooch which consisted of a single flaming barrel boots which extended halfway up his calves and which were trimmed at the tops with rich Brown for completed the impression of barbaric opulence, which was suggested by his whole appearance. He carried a broad brimmed hat in his hand while he wore across the upper part of his face, extending down past the cheekbones. A black visit mask, which he had apparently adjusted that very moment for his hands, were still raised to it as he entered from the lower part of the face. He appeared to be a man of strong character, with a thick hanging lip and a long, straight chin suggestive of resolution pushed to the length of obstinacy. You're how do I not? He asked, with a deep, harsh voice and strongly marked German accent. I told you that I would go. He looked from one to the other of us, as if uncertain, which to address. Pray take a seat, said Holmes. This is my friend and colleague Dr Watson, who is occasionally good enough to help me in my cases. Whom have I the honour to address? You may address me as the Count von Kramm, a bohemian nobleman. Understand that this gentleman, your friend, is a man of honour and distinction, whom I may trust with the matter of the most extreme importance. If not, I should much prefer to communicate with you alone. I rose to go, but Homes caught me by the wrist and pushed me back into my chair. It is both or none, said he.