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"You did well to send for me," he said very low, with a significant glance at me when I finished; "very well,"—and for one swift second his eye took in Sangree,—"for what we have to deal with here is nothing more than a werewolf—rare enough, I am glad to say, but often very sad, and sometimes very terrible." YOU DID WELL TO SEND FOR ME HE SAID VERY LOW WITH A SIGNIFICANT GLANCE AT ME WHEN I FINISHED VERY WELL AND FOR ONE SWIFT SECOND HIS EYE TOOK IN SANGREE FOR WHAT WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH HERE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A WEREWOLF RARE ENOUGH I AM GLAD TO SAY BUT OFTEN VERY SAD AND SOMETIMES VERY TERRIBLE
, and went off a little way to wash the dishes, yet not so far as to be out of earshot. And while he splashed with the hot water, and scraped the tin plates with sand and moss, my voice, unbroken by a single question from Dr. Silence, ran on for the next half-hour with the best account I could give of what had happened. My listener lay on the other side of the fire, his face half hidden by a big sombrero; sometimes he glanced up questioningly when a point needed elaboration, but he uttered no single word till I had reached the end, and his manner all through the recital was grave and attentive. Overhead, the wash of the wind in the pine branches filled in the pauses; the darkness settled down over the sea, and the stars came out in thousands, and by the time I finished the moon had risen to flood the scene with silver. Yet, by his face and eyes, I knew quite well that the doctor was listening to something he had expected to hear, even if he had not actually anticipated all the details. TERRUPTED ABRUPTLY AND WENT OFF A LITTLE WAY TO WASH THE DISHES YET NOT SO FAR AS TO BE OUT OF EAR SHOT AND WHILE HE SPLASHED WITH THE HOT WATER AND SCRAPED THE TIN PLATES WITH SAND AND MOSS MY VOICE UNBROKEN BY A SINGLE QUESTION FROM DOCTOR SILENCE RAN ON FOR THE NEXT HALF HOUR WITH THE BEST ACCOUNT I COULD GIVE OF WHAT HAD HAPPENED MY LISTENER LAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FIRE HIS FACE HALF HIDDEN BY A BIG SOMBRERO SOMETIMES HE GLANCED UP QUESTIONINGLY WHEN A POINT NEEDED ELABORATION BUT HE UTTERED NO SINGLE WORD TILL I HAD REACHED THE END AND HIS MANNER ALL THROUGH THE RECITAL WAS GRAVE AND ATTENTIVE OVERHEAD THE WASH OF THE WIND IN THE PINE BRANCHES FILLED IN THE PAUSES THE DARKNESS SETTLED DOWN OVER THE SEA AND THE STARS CAME OUT IN THOUSANDS AND BY THE TIME I FINISHED THE MOON HAD RISEN TO FLOOD THE SCENE WITH SILVER YET BY HIS FACE AND EYES I KNEW QUITE WELL THAT THE DOCTOR WAS LISTENING TO SOMETHING HE HAD EXPECTED TO HEAR EVEN IF HE HAD NOT ACTUALLY ANTICIPATED ALL THE DETAILS
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