Sir Nigel

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Sir Nigel Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan

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  Onceaquarrelbrokeoutandtheclamorwaslikeacagefulofwildbeastsatfeeding-time。Thenahealthwasdrunkandtherewasmuchstampingandcheering。

  Onlyoncewasthelongvigilbroken。Awomancameforthfromthehouseandwalkedupanddown,withherfacesunkuponherbreast。

  Shewastallandslender,butherfeaturescouldnotbeseenforawimpleoverherhead。Wearysadnesscouldbereadinherbowedbackanddraggingsteps。OnceonlytheysawherthrowhertwohandsuptoHeavenasonewhoisbeyondhumanaid。Thenshepassedslowlyintothehouseagain。Amomentlaterthedoorofthehallwasflungopen,andashoutingstumblingthrongcamecrowdingforth,withwhoopandyell,intothesilentnight。

  Linkingarmsandstrikingupachorus,theymarchedpastthepeat-cutting,theirvoicesdwindlingslowlyawayastheymadefortheirhomes。

  “Now,Samkin,now!”criedSimon,andjumpingoutfromthehiding-placehemadeforthedoor。Ithadnotyetbeenfastened。

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