"
Holmes grasped the doctor's hand.
"Come, Watson," said he, and we passed from that house of grief
into the pale sunlight of the winter day.
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THE STRAND MAGAZINE
Vol. 28 SEPTEMBER, 1904
THE RETURN OF SHERLOCK HOLMES.
By ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE.
XII. --- The Adventure of the Abbey Grange.
It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning during the winter
of '97 that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was
Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping
face and told me at a glance that something was amiss.
"Come, Watson, come!" he cried. "The game is afoot. Not a word!
Into your clothes and come!"
Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the
silent streets on our way to Charing Cross Station. The first
faint winter's dawn was beginning to appear, and we could dimly
see the occasional figure of an early workman as he passed us,
blurred and indistinct in the opalescent London reek. Holmes
nestled in silence into his heavy coat, and I was glad to do the
same, for the air was most bitter and neither of us had broken
our fast.
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