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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Copper Beeches
Capítulo 12, Página 15
"Mrs.
Rucastle
seemed
to
lack
color
in
both
mind
and
appearance.
She
neither
impressed
me
positively
nor
negatively.
She
was
a
nonentity.
It
was
clear
she
was
deeply
devoted
to
her
husband
and
their
little
son.
Her
light
grey
eyes
constantly
moved
between
them,
trying
to
anticipate
their
needs.
He
treated
her
kindly,
in
his
loud,
cheerful
way,
and
they
seemed
happy
together.
Yet,
she
had
a
hidden
sadness.
She
often
seemed
lost
in
thought
with
a
sad
look
on
her
face.
More
than
once,
I
found
her
crying.
I
thought
it
might
be
due
to
her
child’s
nature,
for
I’ve
never
met
such
a
spoiled
and
ill-natured
little
creature.
He’s
small
for
his
age,
with
a
disproportionately
large
head.
His
life
seems
to
swing
between
angry
outbursts
and
sulking.
Hurting
anything
weaker
than
himself
seems
to
be
his
only
amusement,
and
he’s
quite
skilled
at
catching
mice,
birds,
and
insects.
But
I’d
rather
not
discuss
him,
Mr.
Holmes,
as
he’s
not
central
to
my
story."
"I
appreciate
all
details,"
my
friend
remarked,
"whether
they
seem
relevant
to
you
or
not."
"I'll
try
not
to
miss
anything
important.
The
one
unpleasant
aspect
of
the
house
that
struck
me
immediately
was
the
servants'
appearance
and
behavior.
There
are
only
two,
a
man
and
his
wife.
Toller,
as
he's
called,
is
a
rough,
unrefined
man
with
grizzled
hair
and
whiskers,
and
he
constantly
smells
of
alcohol.
Twice
since
I’ve
been
there,
he’s
been
completely
drunk,
yet
Mr.
Rucastle
ignored
it.
His
wife
is
a
very
tall
and
strong
woman
with
a
sour
face,
as
silent
as
Mrs.
Rucastle
and
much
less
pleasant.
They
are
a
most
disagreeable
couple,
but
fortunately,
I
spend
most
of
my
time
in
the
nursery
and
my
own
room,
which
are
next
to
each
other
in
a
corner
of
the
building."
"For
two
days
after
arriving
at
the
Copper
Beeches,
my
life
was
very
quiet.
On
the
third
day,
Mrs.
Rucastle
came
downstairs
just
after
breakfast
and
whispered
something
to
her
husband."
"'Oh,
yes,'
he
said,
turning
to
me,
'we
are
very
grateful
to
you,
Miss
Hunter,
for
agreeing
to
cut
your
hair.
I
assure
you,
it
hasn't
taken
away
from
your
appearance
at
all.
Now
we
shall
see
how
the
electric-blue
dress
suits
you.
You’ll
find
it
laid
out
on
your
bed,
and
if
you
would
kindly
put
it
on,
we
would
both
be
extremely
obliged.'"
"The
dress
waiting
for
me
was
a
peculiar
shade
of
blue.
It
was
of
excellent
material,
a
sort
of
beige,
but
it
clearly
showed
signs
of
having
been
worn
before.
It
fit
perfectly,
as
if
it
had
been
tailored
for
me.
Both
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Rucastle
expressed
such
delight
at
how
it
looked
that
it
seemed
exaggerated.
They
were
waiting
for
me
in
the
drawing-room,
a
large
room
along
the
front
of
the
house
with
three
long
windows
reaching
the
floor.
A
chair
was
placed
near
the
central
window,
with
its
back
to
it.
I
was
asked
to
sit
there,
and
then
Mr.
Rucastle,
pacing
the
room,
began
telling
me
some
of
the
funniest
stories
I’ve
ever
heard.
You
can’t
imagine
how
comical
he
was,
and
I
laughed
until
I
was
tired.
Mrs.
Rucastle,
however,
who
clearly
lacks
a
sense
of
humor,
didn’t
even
smile,
but
sat
with
her
hands
in
her
lap,
looking
sad
and
worried.
After
about
an
hour,
Mr.
Rucastle
said
it
was
time
to
start
the
day’s
duties,
and
that
I
could
change
my
dress
and
go
to
little
Edward
in
the
nursery."
"Two
days
later,
we
repeated
the
same
routine
under
exactly
the
same
circumstances.
Again,
I
changed
my
dress,
sat
by
the
window,
and
laughed
heartily
at
my
employer’s
extensive
collection
of
funny
stories,
which
he
told
so
well.
Then
he
gave
me
a
yellow-backed
novel
and
moved
my
chair
slightly
so
my
shadow
wouldn’t
fall
on
the
page,
asking
me
to
read
aloud
to
him.
I
read
for
about
ten
minutes,
starting
in
the
middle
of
a
chapter,
and
then
suddenly,
in
the
middle
of
a
sentence,
he
told
me
to
stop
and
change
my
dress."
"You
can
imagine,
Mr.
Holmes,
how
curious
I
became
about
the
meaning
of
this
strange
performance.
They
always
made
sure
my
face
was
turned
away
from
the
window,
which
made
me
eager
to
see
what
was
happening
behind
me.
At
first,
it
seemed
impossible,
but
I
soon
found
a
way.
My
hand-mirror
had
broken,
so
I
had
the
idea
to
hide
a
piece
of
the
glass
in
my
handkerchief.
The
next
time,
in
the
middle
of
my
laughter,
I
put
the
handkerchief
to
my
eyes
and
managed
to
see
what
was
behind
me.
I
confess
I
was
disappointed.
There
was
nothing.
At
least,
that
was
my
first
impression.
On
a
second
look,
however,
I
noticed
a
man
standing
on
Southampton
Road,
a
small
bearded
man
in
a
grey
suit,
who
seemed
to
be
looking
my
way.
The
road
is
a
busy
highway,
and
there
are
usually
people
there.
But
this
man
was
leaning
against
the
railings
bordering
our
field,
looking
intently
up.
I
lowered
my
handkerchief
and
saw
Mrs.
Rucastle
watching
me
closely.
She
said
nothing,
but
I’m
convinced
she
realized
I
had
a
mirror
and
saw
what
was
behind
me.
She
stood
up
immediately."
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