“You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. “Why?” he asked, suavely. "Let him alone," said Trenchard authoritatively, "I have another question to propose. Oh, goodness! Bilking! Ann Veronica, you’re a bilker!” Pause. 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. Never in this world! Let the hotel people take care of him; it's their affair.
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