Moreover, when the light touched the glass the yellow reflection showed that it was full.

He got up and approached the table, wondering how the liquor came there, until he saw some writing on the label.

Picking up the bottle, he read his own name.
He put it down abruptly and stood with his hand clenched.

The veins swelled on his forehead and the pain nearly left him as he fought with temptation.

It was some weeks since he had tasted liquor, but this was not all.