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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Copper Beeches
Capítulo 12, Página 15
“Mrs.
Rucastle
seemed
to
me
to
be
colourless
in
mind
as
well
as
in
feature.
She
impressed
me
neither
favourably
nor
the
reverse.
She
was
a
nonentity.
It
was
easy
to
see
that
she
was
passionately
devoted
both
to
her
husband
and
to
her
little
son.
Her
light
grey
eyes
wandered
continually
from
one
to
the
other,
noting
every
little
want
and
forestalling
it
if
possible.
He
was
kind
to
her
also
in
his
bluff,
boisterous
fashion,
and
on
the
whole
they
seemed
to
be
a
happy
couple.
And
yet
she
had
some
secret
sorrow,
this
woman.
She
would
often
be
lost
in
deep
thought,
with
the
saddest
look
upon
her
face.
More
than
once
I
have
surprised
her
in
tears.
I
have
thought
sometimes
that
it
was
the
disposition
of
her
child
which
weighed
upon
her
mind,
for
I
have
never
met
so
utterly
spoiled
and
so
ill-natured
a
little
creature.
He
is
small
for
his
age,
with
a
head
which
is
quite
disproportionately
large.
His
whole
life
appears
to
be
spent
in
an
alternation
between
savage
fits
of
passion
and
gloomy
intervals
of
sulking.
Giving
pain
to
any
creature
weaker
than
himself
seems
to
be
his
one
idea
of
amusement,
and
he
shows
quite
remarkable
talent
in
planning
the
capture
of
mice,
little
birds,
and
insects.
But
I
would
rather
not
talk
about
the
creature,
Mr.
Holmes,
and,
indeed,
he
has
little
to
do
with
my
story.”
“I
am
glad
of
all
details,”
remarked
my
friend,
“whether
they
seem
to
you
to
be
relevant
or
not.”
“I
shall
try
not
to
miss
anything
of
importance.
The
one
unpleasant
thing
about
the
house,
which
struck
me
at
once,
was
the
appearance
and
conduct
of
the
servants.
There
are
only
two,
a
man
and
his
wife.
Toller,
for
that
is
his
name,
is
a
rough,
uncouth
man,
with
grizzled
hair
and
whiskers,
and
a
perpetual
smell
of
drink.
Twice
since
I
have
been
with
them
he
has
been
quite
drunk,
and
yet
Mr.
Rucastle
seemed
to
take
no
notice
of
it.
His
wife
is
a
very
tall
and
strong
woman
with
a
sour
face,
as
silent
as
Mrs.
Rucastle
and
much
less
amiable.
They
are
a
most
unpleasant
couple,
but
fortunately
I
spend
most
of
my
time
in
the
nursery
and
my
own
room,
which
are
next
to
each
other
in
one
corner
of
the
building.”
“For
two
days
after
my
arrival
at
the
Copper
Beeches
my
life
was
very
quiet;
on
the
third,
Mrs.
Rucastle
came
down
just
after
breakfast
and
whispered
something
to
her
husband.”
“‘Oh,
yes,’
said
he,
turning
to
me,
‘we
are
very
much
obliged
to
you,
Miss
Hunter,
for
falling
in
with
our
whims
so
far
as
to
cut
your
hair.
I
assure
you
that
it
has
not
detracted
in
the
tiniest
iota
from
your
appearance.
We
shall
now
see
how
the
electric-blue
dress
will
become
you.
You
will
find
it
laid
out
upon
the
bed
in
your
room,
and
if
you
would
be
so
good
as
to
put
it
on
we
should
both
be
extremely
obliged.’”
“The
dress
which
I
found
waiting
for
me
was
of
a
peculiar
shade
of
blue.
It
was
of
excellent
material,
a
sort
of
beige,
but
it
bore
unmistakable
signs
of
having
been
worn
before.
It
could
not
have
been
a
better
fit
if
I
had
been
measured
for
it.
Both
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Rucastle
expressed
a
delight
at
the
look
of
it,
which
seemed
quite
exaggerated
in
its
vehemence.
They
were
waiting
for
me
in
the
drawing-room,
which
is
a
very
large
room,
stretching
along
the
entire
front
of
the
house,
with
three
long
windows
reaching
down
to
the
floor.
A
chair
had
been
placed
close
to
the
central
window,
with
its
back
turned
towards
it.
In
this
I
was
asked
to
sit,
and
then
Mr.
Rucastle,
walking
up
and
down
on
the
other
side
of
the
room,
began
to
tell
me
a
series
of
the
funniest
stories
that
I
have
ever
listened
to.
You
cannot
imagine
how
comical
he
was,
and
I
laughed
until
I
was
quite
weary.
Mrs.
Rucastle,
however,
who
has
evidently
no
sense
of
humour,
never
so
much
as
smiled,
but
sat
with
her
hands
in
her
lap,
and
a
sad,
anxious
look
upon
her
face.
After
an
hour
or
so,
Mr.
Rucastle
suddenly
remarked
that
it
was
time
to
commence
the
duties
of
the
day,
and
that
I
might
change
my
dress
and
go
to
little
Edward
in
the
nursery.”
“Two
days
later
this
same
performance
was
gone
through
under
exactly
similar
circumstances.
Again
I
changed
my
dress,
again
I
sat
in
the
window,
and
again
I
laughed
very
heartily
at
the
funny
stories
of
which
my
employer
had
an
immense
répertoire,
and
which
he
told
inimitably.
Then
he
handed
me
a
yellow-backed
novel,
and
moving
my
chair
a
little
sideways,
that
my
own
shadow
might
not
fall
upon
the
page,
he
begged
me
to
read
aloud
to
him.
I
read
for
about
ten
minutes,
beginning
in
the
heart
of
a
chapter,
and
then
suddenly,
in
the
middle
of
a
sentence,
he
ordered
me
to
cease
and
to
change
my
dress.”
“You
can
easily
imagine,
Mr.
Holmes,
how
curious
I
became
as
to
what
the
meaning
of
this
extraordinary
performance
could
possibly
be.
They
were
always
very
careful,
I
observed,
to
turn
my
face
away
from
the
window,
so
that
I
became
consumed
with
the
desire
to
see
what
was
going
on
behind
my
back.
At
first
it
seemed
to
be
impossible,
but
I
soon
devised
a
means.
My
hand-mirror
had
been
broken,
so
a
happy
thought
seized
me,
and
I
concealed
a
piece
of
the
glass
in
my
handkerchief.
On
the
next
occasion,
in
the
midst
of
my
laughter,
I
put
my
handkerchief
up
to
my
eyes,
and
was
able
with
a
little
management
to
see
all
that
there
was
behind
me.
I
confess
that
I
was
disappointed.
There
was
nothing.
At
least
that
was
my
first
impression.
At
the
second
glance,
however,
I
perceived
that
there
was
a
man
standing
in
the
Southampton
Road,
a
small
bearded
man
in
a
grey
suit,
who
seemed
to
be
looking
in
my
direction.
The
road
is
an
important
highway,
and
there
are
usually
people
there.
This
man,
however,
was
leaning
against
the
railings
which
bordered
our
field
and
was
looking
earnestly
up.
I
lowered
my
handkerchief
and
glanced
at
Mrs.
Rucastle
to
find
her
eyes
fixed
upon
me
with
a
most
searching
gaze.
She
said
nothing,
but
I
am
convinced
that
she
had
divined
that
I
had
a
mirror
in
my
hand
and
had
seen
what
was
behind
me.
She
rose
at
once.”
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