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"Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age.
There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never
blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a
good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own
wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie
in the sunshine when the storm has cleared. Start her up,
Watson, for it's time that we were on our way. I have a check
for five hundred pounds which should be cashed early, for the
drawer is quite capable of stopping it if he can."
End of Project Gutenberg Etext His Last Bow, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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