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THE PEOPLE OF THE ABYSS
"An' get fourteen days?"
"No; get away."
"Aw, I come 'ere for a rest," he said complacently. "An' another night's kip won't 'urt me none."
They were all of this opinion, so I was forced to 'sling it' alone.
"You cawn't ever come back 'ere again for a doss," they warned me.
"No bloody fear," said I, with an enthusiasm they could not comprehend; and, dodging out the gate, I sped down the street.
Straight to my room I hurried, changed my clothes, and less than an hour from my escape, in a Turkish bath, I was sweating out whatever germs and other things had penetrated my epidermis, and wishing that I could stand a temperature of three hundred and twenty rather than two hundred and twenty.
