Oh, I know--you think I'm soused, but I ain't;
I--I'm not drunk, I tell ye--I wish I was. I ain't no kid, so lemme
alone--an' I ain't drunk. What if me legs is shaky? So 'ud yours be if
you'd got--what I got. It was dat last swing t' d' jaw as done me--but
I ain't drunk 'n' I ain't a kid t' be undressed--so chase ye'self an'
lemme alone!"
"All right, Spike--only get to bed like a good chap before your sister
comes."
"You leave my sister alone; she ain't--that kind, an' she ain't fer you,
anyway."
"That will do, Arthur--get into bed! I'll give you five minutes!" So
saying, Ravenslee turned away, but, as he closed the door, his quick ear
detected the clink of glass, and turning, he saw Spike draw a small
flask from his pocket.
"Give me that stuff, old fellow."
"Oh, you can't con me! I ain't a kid, so you lemme alone!" and Spike
raised the flask to his lips, but in that instant it was snatched away.
Spike staggered back to the wall and leaned there, passing his hand to
and fro across his brow as though dazed, then stumbled out into the room
beyond.
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