Paratrans_holmes

Sherlock Holmes
(read by Ruth Golding)

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	His rooms were brilliantly lit. Even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him.	hɪz ˈruːmz \| wɜː ˈbrɪljəntli ˈlɪt \| ˈiːvn əz aɪ lʊkt ˈʌp \| aɪ ˈsɔː \| hɪz ˈtɔːl ˈspeə ˈfɪɡə \| ˈpɑːs ˈtwaɪs \| ɪn ə ˈdɑːk sɪluˈet \| əˈɡenst ðə ˈblaɪnd \| hi wəz ˈpeɪsɪŋ ðə ˈruːm \| ˈswɪftli \| ˈiːɡəli \| wɪð hɪz ˈhed ˈsʌŋk əˈpɒn hɪz ˈtʃest \| ənd hɪz ˈhændz \| ˈklɑːspt bəˈhaɪnd hɪm \|

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