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p. 149The Blue Carbunclelocked

  • Arthur conan Doyle

Abstract

I had called upon my friend Sherlock Holmes upon the second morning after Christmas, with the intention of wishing him the compliments of the season. He was lounging upon the sofa in a purple dressing gown, a pipe-rack within his reach upon the right,...

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