Lucy went downstairs to prepare the hot cocoa that would be the last hot drink of the season, ruefully spiking the liquid with Nytol, just one tablet dissolved in a little warm water. “I was frightened then,” she declared. " "But, mother, mayn't I sit up to see whether Thames returns?" implored Winifred. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. "When a man reaches the lowest scale through drink, we call him a beachcomber. You did not see me, I know. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously.
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