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Chapter 32

           Itprovokesmetotryhowdeepthebeautygoes—whetheritisimperviousorvulnerable.AsIfindit,soIleaveit!"

           Istaredwearilyatthemoonlightpatternsonthefloor.

           "WhatamItodo?"Iasked—"Whatwouldyouadvise?"

           "Comeuptotownwithme,"—hereplied—"Youcanleaveanoteforyourwife,explainingyourabsence—andatoneoftheclubswewilltalkoverthematterquietly,anddecidehowbesttoavoidasocialscandal.Meanwhile,gotobed.Ifyouwon’tgobacktoyourownroom,sleepinthespareonenexttomine."

           Irosemechanicallyandpreparedtoobeyhim.Hewatchedmefurtively.

           "WillyoutakeacomposingdraughtifImixitforyou?"hesaid—"Itisharmless,andwillgiveyouafewhours’sleep."

           "Iwouldtakepoisonfromyourhand!"Iansweredrecklessly—"Whydon’tyoumixthatforme?—andthen,...thenIshouldsleepindeed—andforgetthishorriblenight!"

           "No—unfortunatelyyouwouldnotforget!"hesaid,goingtohisdressing-caseandtakingoutasmallwhitepowderwhichhedissolvedgraduallyinaglassofwater—"Thatistheworstofwhatpeoplecalldying.Imustinstructyouinalittlescienceby-and-by,todistractyourthoughts.

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