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III

Before supper there was the well-mixed drink again, with its attendant elation and the curious feeling at the back of his teeth. He finished the brew.

“I should like to take some more of that.”

“That is not a good thing to do.”

“Why not?”

“If you take too much you become foolish. You grow old before your time.”

“That would not be good. Perhaps it would be better not to take any. You do not take it.”

“It is not everyone who is able to drink it. It is not meant for women, that drink, it is for men. If I take it, it makes me sick quickly. It is all right for you, you are strong. It just makes you feel well, doesn’t it? You like it, I think?”

“Yes, I like it. I think it is good for me.”

“It is good for you.” And she told herself, “I shall tie you with it. It is another hobble around your feet, so that you will not go away from me.”