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All good things must come to an end, you know--and, in fact, that's my very original text. Now look at me, please--mother, look at your sheep that was lost: thanks. You will, perhaps, agree with me that I'm hardly the fellow I was when I landed; the fact being that this beautiful British climate is playing old Harry with me, and--all good things come to an end. If I may class myself among the good things for a moment--for argument's sake--it seems to me that one good thing will come to an end pretty soon. Look at me--don't you think so?