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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"The Stark Munro Letters"

Yet from all he has said, and all I
have seen, there can be no doubt that he has in some
inexplicable way made a tremendous hit, and to-morrow I
shall let you know all about it. Come what may, I am
delighted that I came, for things promise to be
interesting. Regard this not as the end of a letter, but
of a paragraph. You shall have the conclusion to-morrow,
or on Thursday at the latest. Goodbye, and my
remembrance to Lawrence if you see him. How's your
friend from Yale?


VII.

1 THE PARADE, BRADFIELD, 9th March, 1882.

Well, you see I am as good as my word, Bertie; and
here is a full account of this queer little sample gouged
out of real life, never to be seen, I should fancy, by
any eye save your own. I have written to Horton also,
and of course to my mother; but I don't go into detail
with them, as I have got into the way of doing with you.
You keep on assuring me that you like it; so on your own
head be it if you find my experiences gradually
developing into a weariness.
When I woke in the morning, and looked round at the
bare walls and the basin on the packing case, I hardly
knew where I was. Cullingworth came charging into the
room in his dressing gown, however, and roused me
effectually by putting his hands on the rail at the end
of the bed, and throwing a somersault over it which
brought his heels on to my pillow with a thud. He was in
great spirits, and, squatting on the bed, he
held forth about his plans while I dressed.


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