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He
took
up
his
glass
and
sniffed
at
it.
The
stuff
grew
not
less
but
more
horrible
with
every
mouthful
he
drank.
But
it
had
become
the
element
he
swam
in.
It
was
his
life,
his
death,
and
his
resurrection.
It
was
gin
that
sank
him
into
stupor
every
night,
and
gin
that
revived
him
every
morning.
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