And, I say, I wouldn't meddle with those opiates any more; try good malt and hops instead." "Those who drink beer, think beer," said Elsley, smiling; for he was getting more hopeful of himself, and his terrors were vanishing beneath Tom's skilful management.
"And those who drink water, think water.

The Elizabethans--Sidney and Shakspeare, Burleigh and Queen Bess, worked on beef and ale,--and you would not class them among the muddle-headed of the earth: Believe me, to write well, you must live well.

If you take it out of your brain, you must put it in again.

It's a question of fact.

Try it for yourself." And off Tom went; while Lucia rushed back to her husband, covered him with caresses, assured him that he was seven times as ill as he really was, and so nursed and petted him, that he felt himself, for that time at least, a beast and a fool for having suspected her for a moment.