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The quick light shower had drawn off, tarrying in clusters of diamonds among the shrubs of the quadrangle where an exhalation was breathed forth by the blackened earth.
"Yes," said Holmes; "by John Underwood and Sons, 129, Camberwell Road."
"Ho, ho!" said the small man, laughing, "so you thought you'd bury your old grandfather in feathers, did you?
But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.
