This is a narration demo in English with regular voice.
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The following two passages are used for my narration. Demo call me Ishmael some years ago. Never mind how long precisely having little or no money in my purse and nothing particular to interest me on shore. I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth, whenever it is a damp drizzly November in my soul, whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet. And especially whenever my hypos gets such an upper hand of me that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street and methodically knocking people's hats off. Then I counted high time to get to see as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball with the philosophical flourish. Cao throws himself upon his sword. I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this if they but knew it. Almost all men in their degree some time or other cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There. Now is your insular city of the Manhattans belted around by wharfs as Indian Isles by coral reefs. Commerce surrounds it with her surf, right and left the streets. Take you water. Word. It's extreme. Downtown is the Battery where that Noble Mole is washed by waves and cooled by breezes which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water gazers there, he flicked the horse with his whip and we dashed away through the endless succession of somber and deserted streets which widened gradually until we were flying across a broad balustrade bridge with the murky river flowing sluggishly beneath us beyond lay another dull wilderness of bricks and mortar. It's silence broken only by the heavy regular footfall of the policeman or the songs and shouts of some belated party of revelers. A dull rack was drifting slowly across the sky and a star or two twinkled dimly here and there through the rifts of the clouds. Holmes drove in silence with his head sunk upon his breast and the air of a man who is lost in thought. While I sat beside him, curious to learn what this new quest might be, which seemed to tax his powers so sorely and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles and we were beginning to get to the fringe of the belt of suburban villas when he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who has satisfied himself that he is acting for the best. You have a grand gift of silence. Watson. He said it makes you quite invaluable as a companion upon my word. It is a great thing for me to have someone to talk to. For my own thoughts are not over pleasant. I was wondering what I should say to this dear little woman tonight. When she meets me at the door, you forget that I know nothing about it. I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the case before we get to Lee. It seems absurdly simple and yet somehow I can get nothing to go upon. There's plenty of thread, no doubt, but I can't get the end of it into my hand. Now I'll state the case clearly and concisely to you Watson and maybe you can see a spark where all is dark to me. Proceed then some years ago to be definite in May 18 84 they came to Lee, a gentleman Neville, Saint Clair by name who appeared to have plenty of money. He took a large villa, laid out the grounds very nicely and lived generally in good style by degrees. He made friends in the neighborhood and in 18 87 he married the daughter of a local brewer by whom he now has two Children. He had no occupation but was interested in several companies and went into town as a rule in the morning returning by the 5 14 from Cannon Street every night. Mr Sinclair is now 37 years of age, is a man of temperate habits, a good husband, a very affectionate father and a man who is popular with all who know him. I may add that his whole debts at the present moment, as far as we've been able to ascertain amounts to £88.10 while he has 220 standing to his credit in the capital and counties bank. There is no reason therefore to think that money troubles have been weighing upon his mind last Monday, Mr Neville ST Clair went into town rather earlier than usual remarking before he started that he had two important commissions to perform and that he would bring his little boy home a box of bricks. Now by the merest chance, his wife received a telegram upon the same Monday very shortly after his departure to the effect that a small parcel of considerable value which he had been expecting was waiting for her at the offices of the Aberdeen shipping Company. Now, if you are well up on your London, you will know that the office of the company is in Fresno Street which branches out of Upper Swan Lane where you found me tonight. Mrs Sinclair had her lunch started for the city did some shopping, proceeded to the company's office, got her packet and found herself at exactly 4 35 walking through Swan Lane on her way back to the station. Have you followed me so far? It is very clear if you remember Monday was an exceedingly hot day. And Mrs Saint Claire walked slowly glancing about in the hope of seeing a cab as she did. Not like the neighborhood in which she found herself while she was walking in this way down Swan Lane, she suddenly heard an ejaculation or cry and was struck cold to see her husband looking down at her as it seems to her beckoning to her from a second floor window, the window was open and she distinctly saw his face which she described as being terribly agitated. He waved his hands practically at her and then vanished from the window. So suddenly that it seemed to her, he had been plucked back by some irresistible force from behind one singular point which struck her quick feminine eye was that although he wore some dark coat such as he had started to town in, he had on neither collar nor neck tie.