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It was not until we had consumed some hot tea at the station and taken our places in the Kentish train that we were sufficiently thawed, he to speak and I to listen. IT WAS NOT UNTIL WE HAD CONSUMED SOME HOT TEA AT THE STATION AND TAKEN OUR PLACES IN THE KENTISH TRAIN THAT WE WERE SUFFICIENTLY THAWED HE TO SPEAK AND I TO LISTEN
t as best he might. Was she coming? Night after night, and night and night. But tomorrow.... THE ADVENTURE OF THE ABBEY GRANGE By Arthur Conan Doyle (_The Strand Magazine_, 23 January 1897) It was on a bitterly cold night and frosty morning, towards the end of 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.  SHORT STORIES OF TROUBLED MARRIAGES THIS LIVER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN THE ADVENTURE OF THE ABBEY GRANGE BY ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE THE STRAND MAGAZINE TWENTY THIRD OF JANUARY EIGHTEEN NINETY SEVEN IT WAS ON A BITTERLY COLD NIGHT AND FROSTY MORNING TOWARDS THE END OF THE WINTER OF NINETY SEVEN THAT I WAS AWAKENED BY A TUGGING AT MY SHOULDER IT WAS HOLMES THE CANDLE IN HIS HANDS 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 IN 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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