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"
Nitre
,
"
I
replied
.
"
How
long
have
you
had
that
cough
?
"
"
Ugh
!
ugh
!
ugh
!
--
ugh
!
ugh
!
ugh
!
--
ugh
!
ugh
!
ugh
!
--
ugh
!
ugh
!
ugh
!
--
ugh
!
ugh
!
ugh
!
"
My
poor
friend
found
it
impossible
to
reply
for
many
minutes
.
"
It
is
nothing
,
"
he
said
,
at
last
.
"
Come
,
"
I
said
,
with
decision
,
"
we
will
go
back
;
your
health
is
precious
.
You
are
rich
,
respected
,
admired
,
beloved
;
you
are
happy
,
as
once
I
was
.
You
are
a
man
to
be
missed
.
For
me
it
is
no
matter
.
We
will
go
back
;
you
will
be
ill
,
and
I
can
not
be
responsible
.
Besides
,
there
is
Luchresi
--
"
"
Enough
,
"
he
said
;
"
the
cough
's
a
mere
nothing
;
it
will
not
kill
me
.
I
shall
not
die
of
a
cough
.
"
"
True
--
true
,
"
I
replied
;
"
and
,
indeed
,
I
had
no
intention
of
alarming
you
unnecessarily
--
but
you
should
use
all
proper
caution
.
A
draught
of
this
Medoc
will
defend
us
from
the
damps
.
Here
I
knocked
off
the
neck
of
a
bottle
which
I
drew
from
a
long
row
of
its
fellows
that
lay
upon
the
mould
.
"
Drink
,
"
I
said
,
presenting
him
the
wine
.
He
raised
it
to
his
lips
with
a
leer
.
He
paused
and
nodded
to
me
familiarly
,
while
his
bells
jingled
.
