If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. Down there, whisky raises the very devil with white men. We'll lather him with mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with aqua pompaginis.
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