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"I will come," said I. Voice Reading
"Then get your revolver and put on your boots. The sooner we start the better, as the fellow may put out his light and be off." Voice Reading
In five minutes we were outside the door, starting upon our expedition. Voice Reading
We hurried through the dark shrubbery, amid the dull moaning of the autumn wind and the rustle of the falling leaves. Voice Reading
The night air was heavy with the smell of damp and decay. Voice Reading
Now and again the moon peeped out for an instant, but clouds were driving over the face of the sky, and just as we came out on the moor a thin rain began to fall. Voice Reading
The light still burned steadily in front. Voice Reading
"Are you armed?" I asked. Voice Reading
"I have a hunting-crop." Voice Reading
"We must close in on him rapidly, for he is said to be a desperate fellow. We shall take him by surprise and have him at our mercy before he can resist." Voice Reading
"I say, Watson," said the baronet, "what would Holmes say to this? How about that hour of darkness in which the power of evil is exalted?" Voice Reading
As if in answer to his words there rose suddenly out of the vast gloom of the moor that strange cry which I had already heard upon the borders of the great Grimpen Mire. Voice Reading
It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Voice Reading
Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild, and menacing. Voice Reading
The baronet caught my sleeve and his face glimmered white through the darkness. Voice Reading
"My God, what's that, Watson?" Voice Reading
"I don't know. It's a sound they have on the moor. I heard it once before." Voice Reading
It died away, and an absolute silence closed in upon us. We stood straining our ears, but nothing came. Voice Reading
"Watson," said the baronet, "it was the cry of a hound." Voice Reading
My blood ran cold in my veins, for there was a break in his voice which told of the sudden horror which had seized him. Voice Reading
"What do they call this sound?" he asked. Voice Reading
"The folk on the countryside." Voice Reading
"Oh, they are ignorant people. Why should you mind what they call it?" Voice Reading
"Tell me, Watson. What do they say of it?" Voice Reading

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