Thursday, March 18, 2010
The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
A long, low moan, indescribably sad, swept over the moor. It filled the whole air, and yet it was impossible to say whence it came. From a dull murmur it swelled into a deep roar, and then sank back into a melancholy, throbbing murmur once again. Stapleton looked at me with a curious expression in his face.
"Queer place, the moor!" said he.
* Just came across this picture from a few months ago. What a quote!