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Look here, Watson; you look regularly done. Lie down there on the sofa, and see if I can put you to sleep.β
He took up his violin from the corner, and as I stretched myself out he began to play some low, dreamy, melodious air,βhis own, no doubt, for he had a remarkable gift for improvisation. I have a vague remembrance of his gaunt limbs, his earnest face, and the rise and fall of his bow.
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