Flames by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"Then you know that a breath will upset it and send it rolling. Be careful. Your mind, your very nature, may be poised like that billiard-ball. Addison's may be the same. Indeed, I feel sure Addison's is. That curious dread of you which overcame him at your last sitting is a sign of it. The whole thing is wrong--bad for body and for mind." "Perhaps. Well, we have definitely agreed to give it up." "That's well. Eleven o'clock! I must be going. Are you doing anything to-morrow night?" "No." "I have got a box for this new play at the Duke's Theatre. Will you come?" "With pleasure." "I will ask Addison also." They put on their overcoats, and walked a little way along Pall Mall before they parted. Near the Atheneaum they passed a tall, thin man, who was coming in the opposite direction. He turned round as they went by, and stood directly regarding them till they were out of sight. |
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