large/8902/a_study_in_scarlet_1406_librivox_64kb_mp3/studyinscarlet_08_doyle_64kb_83
large/8902/a_study_in_scarlet_1406_librivox_64kb_mp3/studyinscarlet_08_doyle_64kb
English
8902
As he spoke he unwrapped the grey shawl and extricated a pretty little girl of about five years of age, whose dainty shoes and smart pink frock with its little linen apron all bespoke a mother's care. The child was pale and wan, but her healthy arms and legs showed that she had suffered less than her companion. AS HE SPOKE HE UNWRAPPED THE GRAY SHAWL AND EXTRICATED A PRETTY LITTLE GIRL OF ABOUT FIVE YEARS OF AGE WHOSE DAINTY SHOES AND SMART PINK FROCK WITH ITS LITTLE LINEN APRON ALL BESPOKE A MOTHER'S CARE THE CHILD WAS PALE AND WAN BUT HER HEALTHY ARMS AND LEGS SHOWED THAT SHE HAD SUFFERED LESS THAN HER COMPANION
ence of moisture. In all that broad landscape there was no gleam of hope. North, and east, and west he looked with wild questioning eyes, and then he realised that his wanderings had come to an end, and that there, on that barren crag, he was about to die. “Why not here, as well as in a feather bed, twenty years hence,” he muttered, as he seated himself in the shelter of a boulder. Before sitting down, he had deposited upon the ground his useless rifle, and also a large bundle tied up in a grey shawl, which he had carried slung over his right shoulder. It appeared to be somewhat too heavy for his strength, for in lowering it, it came down on the ground with some little violence. Instantly there broke from the grey parcel a little moaning cry, and from it there protruded a small, scared face, with very bright brown eyes, and two little speckled, dimpled fists. “You’ve hurt me!” said a childish voice reproachfully. “Have I though,” the man answered penitently, “I didn’t go for to do it.” T OR TREE WHICH MIGHT INDICATE THE PRESENCE OF MOISTURE IN ALL THAT BROAD LANDSCAPE THERE WAS NO GLEAM OF HOPE NORTH AND EAST AND WEST HE LOOKED WITH WILD QUESTIONING EYES AND THEN HE REALIZED THAT HIS WANDERINGS HAD COME TO AN END AND THAT THERE ON THAT BARREN CRAG HE WAS ABOUT TO DIE WHY NOT HERE AS WELL AS IN A FEATHER BED TWENTY YEARS HENCE HE MUTTERED AS HE SEATED HIMSELF IN THE SHELTER OF A BOULDER BEFORE SITTING DOWN HE HAD DEPOSITED UPON THE GROUND HIS USELESS RIFLE AND ALSO A LARGE BUNDLE TIED UP IN A GREY SHAWL WHICH HE HAD CARRIED SWUNG OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER IT APPEARED TO BE SOMEWHAT TOO HEAVY FOR HIS STRENGTH FOR IN LOWERING IT IT CAME DOWN ON THE GROUND WITH SOME LITTLE VIOLENCE INSTANTLY THERE BROKE FROM THE GRAY PARCEL A LITTLE MOANING CRY AND FROM IT THERE PROTRUDED A SMALL SCARED FACE WITH VERY BRIGHT BROWN EYES AND TWO LITTLE SPECKLED DIMPLED FISTS YOU'VE HEARD ME SAID A CHILDISH VOICE REPROACHFULLY HAVE I THOUGH THE MAN ANSWERED PENITENTLY I DIDN'T GO FOR TO DO IT
large/8902/a_study_in_scarlet_1406_librivox_64kb_mp3/studyinscarlet_08_doyle_64kb
file
download/librilight/large/8902/a_study_in_scarlet_1406_librivox_64kb_mp3/studyinscarlet_08_doyle_64kb.flac