4/12 Then there was a gasping for breath, a struggle, and the eyes saw no more, for all their staring. At the first public-house he reached he entered and drank a glass of whisky. The barman had forgotten the piece of lemon, and was rewarded with an oath considerably stronger than the occasion seemed to warrant. Arrived at certain cross-ways, Mr. His eyes were turned downwards; he did not seem dubious of his way, so much as in hesitation as to a choice of directions. |