Rowland felt himself sinking beneath the powerful grasp of his enemy. ’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. Anyhow, ten minutes after I get to work I'll be rumpling it. When I am leading a true life, a pure and simple life free of all stimulants and excitements, I think—I think— oh! with pellucid clearness; but if I so much as take a mouthful of meat—or anything—the mirror is all blurred. The mode of destruction makes no difference. Conscience drove him to this side of the world, to this bed.
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