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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
Capítulo 11, Página 23
“You
will
excuse
my
beginning
without
you,
Watson,”
said
he,
“but
you
remember
that
our
client
has
rather
an
early
appointment
this
morning.”
“Why,
it
is
after
nine
now,”
I
answered.
“I
should
not
be
surprised
if
that
were
he.
I
thought
I
heard
a
ring.”
It
was,
indeed,
our
friend
the
financier.
I
was
shocked
by
the
change
which
had
come
over
him,
for
his
face
which
was
naturally
of
a
broad
and
massive
mould,
was
now
pinched
and
fallen
in,
while
his
hair
seemed
to
me
at
least
a
shade
whiter.
He
entered
with
a
weariness
and
lethargy
which
was
even
more
painful
than
his
violence
of
the
morning
before,
and
he
dropped
heavily
into
the
armchair
which
I
pushed
forward
for
him.
“I
do
not
know
what
I
have
done
to
be
so
severely
tried,”
said
he.
“Only
two
days
ago
I
was
a
happy
and
prosperous
man,
without
a
care
in
the
world.
Now
I
am
left
to
a
lonely
and
dishonoured
age.
One
sorrow
comes
close
upon
the
heels
of
another.
My
niece,
Mary,
has
deserted
me.”
“Deserted
you?”
“Yes.
Her
bed
this
morning
had
not
been
slept
in,
her
room
was
empty,
and
a
note
for
me
lay
upon
the
hall
table.
I
had
said
to
her
last
night,
in
sorrow
and
not
in
anger,
that
if
she
had
married
my
boy
all
might
have
been
well
with
him.
Perhaps
it
was
thoughtless
of
me
to
say
so.
It
is
to
that
remark
that
she
refers
in
this
note:”
“‘MY
DEAREST
UNCLE,—I
feel
that
I
have
brought
trouble
upon
you,
and
that
if
I
had
acted
differently
this
terrible
misfortune
might
never
have
occurred.
I
cannot,
with
this
thought
in
my
mind,
ever
again
be
happy
under
your
roof,
and
I
feel
that
I
must
leave
you
forever.
Do
not
worry
about
my
future,
for
that
is
provided
for;
and,
above
all,
do
not
search
for
me,
for
it
will
be
fruitless
labour
and
an
ill-service
to
me.
In
life
or
in
death,
I
am
ever
your
loving,”
“‘MARY.’”
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