Sorry to see that you’ve had the British workman in the house. “You told me that you had bachelor quarters for one, and I see that you have no gentleman visitor at present. You’ll never pass as a pure-bred civilian as long as you keep that habit of carrying your handkerchief in your sleeve. It’s easy to tell that you have been accustomed to wear a uniform, Watson. “You look surprised, and no wonder! Relieved, too, I fancy! Hum! You still smoke the Arcadia mixture of your bachelor days then! There’s no mistaking that fluffy ash upon your coat. “Ah, Watson,” said he, “I hoped that I might not be too late to catch you.” To my astonishment it was Sherlock Holmes who stood upon my step. With a wry face I went out into the hall and opened the door. A patient, evidently, and possibly an all-night sitting. This could not be a visitor at so late an hour. I had risen from my seat and was knocking out the ashes of my pipe when I suddenly heard the clang of the bell. My wife had already gone upstairs, and the sound of the locking of the hall door some time before told me that the servants had also retired. One summer night, a few months after my marriage, I was seated by my own hearth smoking a last pipe and nodding over a novel, for my day’s work had been an exhausting one. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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