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| c6c54d8 | It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild and menacing. | the-hound-of-the-baskervilles | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle |