and the splinters flew, till I was blind with my blood and the seven senses were beaten out of me.
CHAPTER XVI
A DEADLOCK
It must have been midnight when I opened my eyes; a clock was striking as though it never would stop. My mouth seemed fire; a pungent flavor filled my nostrils; the wineglass felt cold against my teeth. “That’s more like it!” muttered a voice close to my ear. An arm was withdrawn from under my
and the splinters flew, till I was blind with my blood and the seven senses were beaten out of me.
CHAPTER XVI
A DEADLOCK
It must have been midnight when I opened my eyes; a clock was striking as though it never would stop. My mouth seemed fire; a pungent flavor filled my nostrils; the wineglass felt cold against my teeth. “That’s more like it!” muttered a voice close to my ear. An arm was withdrawn from under my
