Do you promise to do this?" "Solemnly," rejoined the carpenter. ” “You will have to murder people and drink them up in order to live. ” “Well?” “Sir John came to me—that you know—and you can guess what I told him. Happy Birthday, then. It is quite light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun. Hey. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms.
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