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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
A Case of Identity
Capítulo 3, Página 7
“To
the
Leadenhall
Street
Post
Office,
to
be
left
till
called
for.
He
said
that
if
they
were
sent
to
the
office
he
would
be
chaffed
by
all
the
other
clerks
about
having
letters
from
a
lady,
so
I
offered
to
typewrite
them,
like
he
did
his,
but
he
wouldn’t
have
that,
for
he
said
that
when
I
wrote
them
they
seemed
to
come
from
me,
but
when
they
were
typewritten
he
always
felt
that
the
machine
had
come
between
us.
That
will
just
show
you
how
fond
he
was
of
me,
Mr.
Holmes,
and
the
little
things
that
he
would
think
of.”
“It
was
most
suggestive,”
said
Holmes.
“It
has
long
been
an
axiom
of
mine
that
the
little
things
are
infinitely
the
most
important.
Can
you
remember
any
other
little
things
about
Mr.
Hosmer
Angel?”
“He
was
a
very
shy
man,
Mr.
Holmes.
He
would
rather
walk
with
me
in
the
evening
than
in
the
daylight,
for
he
said
that
he
hated
to
be
conspicuous.
Very
retiring
and
gentlemanly
he
was.
Even
his
voice
was
gentle.
He’d
had
the
quinsy
and
swollen
glands
when
he
was
young,
he
told
me,
and
it
had
left
him
with
a
weak
throat,
and
a
hesitating,
whispering
fashion
of
speech.
He
was
always
well
dressed,
very
neat
and
plain,
but
his
eyes
were
weak,
just
as
mine
are,
and
he
wore
tinted
glasses
against
the
glare.”
“Well,
and
what
happened
when
Mr.
Windibank,
your
stepfather,
returned
to
France?”
“Mr.
Hosmer
Angel
came
to
the
house
again
and
proposed
that
we
should
marry
before
father
came
back.
He
was
in
dreadful
earnest
and
made
me
swear,
with
my
hands
on
the
Testament,
that
whatever
happened
I
would
always
be
true
to
him.
Mother
said
he
was
quite
right
to
make
me
swear,
and
that
it
was
a
sign
of
his
passion.
Mother
was
all
in
his
favour
from
the
first
and
was
even
fonder
of
him
than
I
was.
Then,
when
they
talked
of
marrying
within
the
week,
I
began
to
ask
about
father;
but
they
both
said
never
to
mind
about
father,
but
just
to
tell
him
afterwards,
and
mother
said
she
would
make
it
all
right
with
him.
I
didn’t
quite
like
that,
Mr.
Holmes.
It
seemed
funny
that
I
should
ask
his
leave,
as
he
was
only
a
few
years
older
than
me;
but
I
didn’t
want
to
do
anything
on
the
sly,
so
I
wrote
to
father
at
Bordeaux,
where
the
company
has
its
French
offices,
but
the
letter
came
back
to
me
on
the
very
morning
of
the
wedding.”
“It
missed
him,
then?”
“Yes,
sir;
for
he
had
started
to
England
just
before
it
arrived.”
“Ha!
that
was
unfortunate.
Your
wedding
was
arranged,
then,
for
the
Friday.
Was
it
to
be
in
church?”
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