I think that I have become a drug drinker. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. “Of course it is okay!” Cathy’s voice rose in volume and in pitch. Then, naturally, I went on talking. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. One gets drawn into things.
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