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hvd.hn2bxl	Doyle Arthur Conan Sir	His last bow : a reminiscence of Sherlock Holmes Sir Arthur Conan Doyle	1917		.txt	text/plain	56929	4834	89	"Come, come, sir," said Holmes, laughing. "Wait a bit, Gregson," said Sherlock Holmes. "A very remarkable note," said Holmes, "Quite so, madam," said Holmes, in his soothing way. Cushing," said Holmes, taking a seat beside her. "Thank you, Miss Cushing," said Holmes, "The case," said Sherlock Holmes, as we "Lestrade has got him all right," said Holmes, "Dear me, Watson," said Holmes, staring "Here is the candle in the window, Mr. Holmes," said Gregson. "In that case," said Holmes, "my suggestion "Come, Watson," said he, "our ways lie elsewhere. "We can't do these things in the force, Mr. Holmes," said he. "You mean well, Watson," said the sick man, "That is the lady," said Holmes. "We know where to lay our hands on this gentleman if he is wanted," said the sergeant, majestically, "but you'll have to go, Mr. Holmes." "Ask what you like, Mr. Holmes," said he most remarkable," said Holmes.	./cache/hvd.hn2bxl.pdf	./txt/hvd.hn2bxl.txt