Audiobook Narration - Storyteller
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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One night, it was on the 20th of March 18 88 I was returning from a journey to a patient for I had now returned to civil practice when my way led me through Baker Street, as I passed the well remembered door which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing and with the dark incidence of the study in Scarlett, I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers, his rooms were brilliantly lit and even as I looked up, I saw his tall spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly eagerly with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him to me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his drug created dreams and was hot upon the sense of some new problem. I rang the bell and was shown up to the chamber which had formally been in part my own. His manner was not effusive. It seldom was but he was glad, I think to see me with hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved me into an armchair, threw across his case of cigars and indicated a spirit case and a gasoline in the corner. Then he stood before the fire and looked me over with his singular introspective fashion, wedlock suits you. He remarked, I think Watson that you have put on £7.5 since I saw you seven. I answered indeed. I should have thought a little more, just a trifle more. I fancy Watson. And in practice again, I observe, you did not tell me that you intended to go into harness. Then how do you know? I see it. I deduce it. How do I know that you've been getting yourself very wet lately and that you have a most clumsy and careless servant girl. My dear Holmes said I, this is too much. You would certainly have been burned. Had you lived a few centuries ago? It is true that I had a country walk on Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess. But as I have changed my clothes, I can't imagine it. How you deduce it as to Mary Jane, she is incurable and my wife has given her notice. But there again, I failed to see how you work it out.