Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it.

Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her gaze.
"Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup.

"You'll feel better after it." Mechanically raising the potion to her lips, the poor creature swallowed it without hesitation.
"Is it poison ?" she asked.
"No," replied Jonathan, with a brutal laugh.

"I'm not going to get rid of you just yet.

It's gin--a liquor you used to like.