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He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that
distilled the rheum of intoxication.
"
"
"
Nitre?" he asked, at length.
Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough?"
Ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh!
ugh! ugh!"
My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.
"It is nothing," he said, at last.
"Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health is
precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as
once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We
will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides,
there is Luchesi--"
"Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me.
I shall not die of a cough."
"True--true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming
you unnecessarily--but you should use all proper caution. A draught of
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