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tire ; my head," putting up his hand to it, "feels unpleasantly ; this confounded elixir of logwood, little as I drank of it, has played the deuce with me."
"Little as you drank of this elixir of logwood ? Why, Charlie, you are losing your mind. To talk so of the genuine, mellow old port. Yes, I think that by all means you had better away, and sleep it off. There—don't apologize—don't explain—go, go—I understand you exactly. I will see you to-morrow."
