Presently--" "Yes ?" "You have seen things go down an eddy?
Out of the light of the day, out of this sweet world of sanity--down--" "But," expostulated Isbister.
The man threw out a hand towards him, and his eyes were wild, and his voice suddenly high.

"I shall kill myself.

If in no other way--at the foot of yonder dark precipice there, where the waves are green, and the white surge lifts and falls, and that little thread of water trembles down.

There at any rate is ...

sleep." "That's unreasonable," said Isbister, startled at the man's hysterical gust of emotion.