Gashes on his arms were already beginning to heal and disappear. " The Wastrel laughed. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. And see!" he added, as the figures drew back, and the lights disappeared; "it's a false alarm. 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.
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