He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. But though the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. ” “Possibly—bit by bit. They stood back together and stared at it.
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