[He looks at the paper, to Watson, then back down again. It's the answer he suspected, but for the first time in his life that Sherlock Holmes has been at a loss as to what to say or do.]
...what about Mary?
[His throat feels dry. It's strange not being detached for once. His friend is the only person who has ever been his life able to make him feel things like this.]
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...what about Mary?
[His throat feels dry. It's strange not being detached for once. His friend is the only person who has ever been his life able to make him feel things like this.]