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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle: expression, his manner, his very soul seemed to vary with every
fresh part that he assumed. The stage lost a fine actor, even as
science lost an acute reasoner, when he became a specialist in
crime.
It was a quarter past six when we left Baker Street, and it still
wanted ten minutes to the hour when we found ourselves in
Serpentine Avenue. It was already dusk, and the lamps were just
being lighted as we paced up and down in front of Briony Lodge,
waiting for the coming of its occupant. The house was just such
as I had pictured it from Sherlock Holmes's succinct description,
but the locality appeared to be less private than I expected. On
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