Thank you, I will take another sip.

It does me more good than harm to tell you.

But you will find it all written down." Langholm set down the glass and replenished it.

The night had fallen without.

The single candle in the farthest corner supplied the only light; in it the one man sat, and the other lay, their eyes locked.
"I spilt the ink as I was creeping over the desk.