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I slept at Baker Street that night,  and we were engaged upon our toast and coffee in the morning when the King of Bohemia rushed into the room.
“You have really got it!”  he cried, grasping Sher- lock Holmes by either shoulder and looking eagerly into his face.
“Not  yet.”
“But you have hopes?” “I have hopes.”
“Then, come. I am all impatience to be gone.” “We must have a cab.”
“No, my brougham is waiting.”
“Then that will  simplify  matters.” We descended and started off once more for Briony Lodge.

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At  three o’clock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned.  The landlady in- formed me that he had left the house shortly  after eight o’clock in the morning.  I sat down beside the fire, however, with the intention of awaiting him, however long he might be. I was already deeply in- terested in his inquiry, for, though it was surrounded by none of the grim and strange features which were associated with the two crimes which I have already recorded, still, the nature of the case and the exalted station of his client gave it  a character of its own.

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To Sherlock Holmes  she is always the woman.   I have seldom heard him  men- tion her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. 

All  emotions, and that one particularly,  were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world  has seen, but as a lover he would  have placed himself in a false position.   He never spoke of the softer passions, save with  a gibe and a sneer.