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"How do you know that?" Voice Reading
"I followed you." Voice Reading
"I saw no one." Voice Reading
"That is what you may expect to see when I follow you. Voice Reading
You spent a restless night at your cottage, and you formed certain plans, which in the early morning you proceeded to put into execution. Voice Reading
Leaving your door just as day was breaking, you filled your pocket with some reddish gravel that was lying heaped beside your gate." Voice Reading
Sterndale gave a violent start and looked at Holmes in amazement. Voice Reading
"You then walked swiftly for the mile which separated you from the vicarage. Voice Reading
You were wearing, I may remark, the same pair of ribbed tennis shoes which are at the present moment upon your feet. Voice Reading
At the vicarage you passed through the orchard and the side hedge, coming out under the window of the lodger Tregennis. Voice Reading
It was now daylight, but the household was not yet stirring. Voice Reading
You drew some of the gravel from your pocket, and you threw it up at the window above you." Voice Reading
Sterndale sprang to his feet. Voice Reading
"I believe that you are the devil himself!" he cried. Voice Reading
Holmes smiled at the compliment. Voice Reading
"It took two, or possibly three, handfuls before the lodger came to the window. Voice Reading
You beckoned him to come down. Voice Reading
He dressed hurriedly and descended to his sitting-room. Voice Reading
You entered by the window. Voice Reading
There was an interview-a short one-during which you walked up and down the room. Voice Reading
Then you passed out and closed the window, standing on the lawn outside smoking a cigar and watching what occurred. Voice Reading
Finally, after the death of Tregennis, you withdrew as you had come. Voice Reading
Now, Dr. Sterndale, how do you justify such conduct, and what were the motives for your actions? If you prevaricate or trifle with me, I give you my assurance that the matter will pass out of my hands forever." Voice Reading
Our visitor's face had turned ashen gray as he listened to the words of his accuser. Now he sat for some time in thought with his face sunk in his hands. Then with a sudden impulsive gesture he plucked a photograph from his breast-pocket and threw it on the rustic table before us. Voice Reading
"That is why I have done it," said he. Voice Reading

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