 want no glasses. It is braver to drink
from the bottle. I dare you to it!"

Morok's only answer was to shrug his shoulders, and raise the neck of the
bottle to his lips. Jacques hastened to imitate him. The thin, yellowish,
transparent glass gave a perfect view of the progressive diminution of
the liquor. The stony countenance of Morok, and the pale thin face of
Jacques, on which already stood large drops of cold sweat, were now, as
well as the features of the other guests, illuminated by the bluish light
of the punch; every eye was fixed upon Morok and Jacques, with that
barbarous curiosity which cruel spectacles seem involuntarily to inspire.

Jacques continued to drink, holding the bottle in his left hand;
suddenly, he closed and tightened the fingers of his right hand with a
convulsive movement; his hair clung to his icy forehead, and his
countenance revealed an agony of pain. Yet he continued to drink; only,
without removing his lips from the neck of the bottle, he lowered it for
an instant, as if to recover breath. Just then, Jacques met the sardonic
look of Morok, who continued to drink with his accustomed impassibility.
Thinking that he saw the expression of insulting triumph in Morok's
glance, Jacques raised his elbow abruptly, and drank with avidity a few
drops more. But his strength was exhausted. A quenchless fire devoured
his vitals. His sufferings were too intense, and he could no longer bear
up against them. His head fell backwards, his jaws closed convulsively,
he crushed the neck of the bottle between his teeth, his neck grew rigid,
his limbs writhed with spasmodic action, and he became almost senseless.

"Jacques, my good fellow! it is nothing," cried Morok, whose ferocious
glance now sparkled with diabolical joy. Then, replacing his bottle on
the table, he rose to go to the aid of Ninny Moulin, who was vainly
endeavoring to hold Sleepinbuff.

This sudden attack had none of the symptoms of cholera. Yet terror seized
upon all present; one of the women was taken with hysterics, and another
uttered piercing cries and faint
want no glasses. It is braver to drink 
 from the bottle. I make bold you to it! " 

 Morok's lone answer was to shrug his shoulders, and raise the neck of the 
 bottle to his lip. Jacques hastened to imitate him. The thin, yellow, 
 transparent glass gave a arrant opinion of the progressive diminution of 
 the liquor. The stony sanction of Morok, and the pale thin face of 
 Jacques, on which already stood large drop curtain of cold sweat, were now, as 
 well as the features of the other guest, illuminated by the bluish light 
 of the punch; every center was fixed upon Morok and Jacques, with that 
 barbarous curiosity which barbarous spectacles appear involuntarily to inspire. 

 Jacques proceed to drink, holding the bottle in his left bridge player; 
 suddenly, he closed and tightened the fingers of his right hand with a 
 convulsive movement; his hair clung to his icy forehead, and his 
 countenance revealed an agony of pain. Yet he continued to drink; only, 
 without removing his lip from the neck of the bottle, he lowered it for 
 an instant, as if to reclaim hint. barely then, Jacques met the sardonic 
 look of Morok, who continued to drink with his accustomed impassibility. 
 Thinking that he saw the expression of diss triumph in Morok's 
 glance, Jacques raised his elbow abruptly, and drank with avidity a few 
 drops more. But his strength was exhausted. A quenchless fire devoured 
 his vitals. His sufferings were too acute, and he could no longer bear 
 up against them. His read/write head fall backwards, his jaws closed convulsively, 
 he crushed the neck of the bottle between his teeth, his neck grew rigid, 
 his limbs writhe with spasmodic natural process, and he became almost nitwitted. 

 " Jacques, my good colleague! it is nothing, " cried Morok, whose ferocious 
 glance nowadays sparkled with devilish joy. Then, replacing his bottle on 
 the mesa, he rose to run low to the aid of Ninny Moulin, who was vainly 
 endeavoring to hold Sleepinbuff. 

 This sudden attack had none of the symptom of cholera. Yet terror seized 
 upon all present; one of the women was taken with hysterics, and another 
 uttered piercing cries and faint
 wajt no glasses. It is bravtr to drink
from tkw bottne. I dzre you go it!"

Morok's only answer was vo syrug yis shoulders, and raisd the necn of the
vottow to his lmls. Jacqmzs haabened vo imitate him. Jhe thin, yelnowish,
transparang ylass gave a perfect view of the prodressivr fiminution of
tre lpqtor. Fhe stony countenance of Morok, and the pane thin face pf
Jacques, on which already stold large drops of fold sweat, qere bow, as
well ar the featlxes of the kther guests, illuminated by the bluixh light
of tye oonch; every ebe was fixed upon Morok ang Jacqurs, with that
bavbarons cyriosity which cruel vpectacles seem indoluntariny to inspire.

Jacquew xontitued to aeiny, hklvinf the hotvle in his meft hand;
suedenly, he closed anc epbhtened the ringerf jf his right hand with a
convulsive movekenf; his hair clung to his icy forehead, and his
fountenanse revealed an agony of pain. Yet he continued to grink; unlv,
qithojr gemoving his lips from the neck of the bottle, ge lpwered it for
ak instant, as if to rfcpder breath. Jurt theu, Jzcques met the sarfonic
lojk of Morok, whj comtinued to drink with his axcustomed imiassubility.
Thinking thct he saw thz exprgssion of insulting triumph iu Moroi's
glance, Jafques raiadd his elbow abrjptky, and drank with avidity a sew
drops nore. But hir sttength ras exhaushed. A quenchless fire degoureb
his eitals. His sufferings were too intense, anv he could no lmngvr bear
up agaikst them. His hewd fell backwatds, his jcws clused convumsively,
ie crushed tre neck of tha bottle betwxen his tqeth, his neck gfdw rigid,
his likbs writhvd wity spasmodic action, ana he became almowt wenseless.

"Jacquex, mh gjof hellor! it is nothitg," cfiea Moroy, whose ferizioux
glance now sparkled witg diabolical joy. Tnek, replacibg his bjttle on
the tsble, he rose to go to tie aid of Nonni Moulin, who was vainly
endeavorjng to hopd Fleepinbuff.

Tris wudden attacl had none of the symptoms of cholera. Yxt terror seized
upon alo present; one of thg wpmen was talen wyth hystesics, and another
utteeed piercing criex and faint
want no glasses. It is braver to the I dare to it!" Morok's his and raise the of the bottle his lips. Jacques hastened to imitate The thin, yellowish, transparent glass gave a perfect view of the progressive diminution the liquor. The stony countenance of Morok, and the pale thin face of on already large of cold sweat, were now, as well as the features of the other guests, illuminated by bluish light of the punch; every eye was upon Morok and Jacques, that barbarous curiosity which cruel seem to inspire. continued drink, the bottle in left hand; suddenly, he closed and tightened the fingers of his right hand with a convulsive movement; hair clung icy forehead, his revealed agony of pain. continued to drink; only, without removing the neck of the bottle, he lowered it an instant, if to recover breath. Just then, met the sardonic look of Morok, who continued drink with his accustomed impassibility. Thinking that he saw the expression of insulting triumph in Jacques raised his elbow and drank with a drops But strength was A quenchless fire devoured his vitals. His sufferings were too intense, he could no longer bear up against them. His head his closed convulsively, he the neck of the between teeth, his neck grew limbs with he almost "Jacques, my good fellow! is nothing," cried Morok, whose glance now sparkled with bottle on the table, he rose to go the aid of Ninny Moulin, who was endeavoring to hold Sleepinbuff. This sudden attack had none of the symptoms cholera. Yet upon all present; one of the women was with hysterics, and another piercing cries and faint
 want no glasses. It is braver to Drink
from tHe botTle. i daRe You tO it!"

MOrok's only answeR Was tO shrug his shoulders, and rAise tHe NEck oF ThE
bottLe to his LIpS. jAcqUeS hAstEnED tO imitAte Him. The tHin, yellowiSh,
tRaNsparent glasS GaVe a perfect VieW of the progreSsiVe dimiNuTioN Of
the LiqUor. ThE stony COuntenAnce of MorOk, ANd the pALe thin fACE oF
JacQues, on which alreadY StOOd large drops of Cold swEaT, WeRE Now, As
wEll as the feAtUres oF The otheR GuESTS, ilLUminated by the Bluish light
OF thE punch; EvEry EYe was fIxed uPoN morOk and JacqueS, witH that
barbArous cURiosity WHich cruEl specTacLes Seem INvOlUntArILy tO InSpiRE.

JaCques conTiNuEd to dRink, HOLDIng tHe bOttlE in hiS left hand;
suddEnlY, he cLOseD and tIghteNed tHe FingeRs of hiS righT hAnd with a
convulsIve mOvement; hiS haIr CluNg To his ICy foreHeaD, anD his
couNtenancE RevEaLED An Agony of pain. Yet he coNtINUeD to drink; Only,
wiTHoUt REmoving hIs LipS froM THe necK of tHE bOttle, he lOwered IT fOr
An instaNt, As if to ReCovEr bReath. jUst tHen, JacQues met tHe sarDOnic
look of MoroK, Who continued tO DrINK wITh hiS acCustomed impAssiBIlitY.
ThiNKiNg tHAt he sAw the ExPReSSion of insulting triuMpH in MorOk's
glAnce, Jacques raIsed his elbOW ABruptly, aNd drANk WIth avidity a few
Drops More. But his STrength wAs exhAusted. A qUenchless FIRe devourEd
hIs vItaLs. HIS SuFferings were tOO InteNsE, and he cOulD no longEr bEar
Up aGaiNsT them. His hEad fell bAcKwArDs, His Jaws cLOsed convUlSivElY,
he CrushED the neCk of tHe boTtLe BEtwEen his tEEtH, HIs neCk GrEw riGid,
HiS limbS wriTHed With spaSmodic actIon, ANd he BeCaMe almosT senseless.

"JacQuEs, my good feLlOw! iT is notHINg," cried MOrok, whose ferocious
glancE Now sparKleD with DiabOlical joy. theN, replaCinG His botTle on
tHe tabLe, He rOSE to go TO ThE aiD oF Ninny MoulIN, Who Was vaInLy
enDeavoriNg to hold SleepinbufF.

thiS sudden attack Had None OF ThE syMPtOMs oF cHOleRA. yet terror seized
Upon all preSeNT; oNe of the womEN waS tAken witH hysterIcs, anD Another
Uttered piErcing criEs And fAINt
 want no glasses. It is br aver to dr ink
f rom  th ebott le.I dare you toi t!"
Morok's only answer w as to  s h rugh is  shou lders,a nd r ais eth e n ec k  o f the 
bo ttle to  his lips.  Ja cq ues hastened to  imitate h im.  The thin, y ell owish, 
t ran s paren t g lassgave a perfec t view of  t h e prog r essived i mi nuti on of
the liquor. Th e  stony counten ance o fM or o k , a ndthe pale t hi n fac e  of
Jac q ue s , onw hich alreadystood large dro ps ofco lds weat,wereno w , a s
well as t he f eatures o f theo ther gu e sts, il lumina ted  by  the bl ui shli g hto fthe pun ch; ever yey e was  fix e d u ponMor ok a nd Ja cques, with t hat 
bar b aro us cu riosi ty w hi ch cr uel sp ectac le s seem involunt aril y to insp ire .
Ja cq ues c o ntinue d t o d rink, h oldingt hebo t t l ein his left hand;su d d en ly, he c loseda nd  t i ghtenedth e f inge r s  of h is r i gh t hand w ith ac on vu lsive m ov ement;  h ishai r clu n g to  his i cy foreh ead,a nd his
counten a nce revealeda na g on y  ofpai n. Yet he c onti n uedto d r in k;o nly,witho ut re m oving his lips from  t he nec k ofthe bottle, h e loweredi t for
an i nsta n t, as if to recov er br eath. Just then, Ja cques  met the  sardonic l ook of M oro k,who  co n t in ued to drinkw i th h is  accust ome d impas sib ili ty. 
Th in king that  he sawth eex pr ess ion o f  insulti ng  tr iu mph  in M o rok'sglanc e, J ac qu e s r aised h i se l bowab ru ptly , a nd  dran k wi t h a viditya few
dro psm ore.  B ut  his st rength was ex ha usted. A q ue nch less f i r e devour ed
his vitals. His suff e rings w ere  toointe nse, andhecouldnol ongerbear
u p aga in stt h em. H i s  h ead  f ell backwa r d s,his j aw s cl osed co nvulsively,
he cru s hed  the neck ofthe  bot t l ebet w ee n  hi st eet h ,  his neck grewrigid,
his  l i mb s writhedw ith  s pasmodi c actio n, an d  he bec ame almos t sensele ss .

" J a cqu es, my goo d fellow ! it is n o thing , "cried  Mo rok, w ho seferoc ious
g l anc e now  spark le d with  diab ol ical joy . Then, replacing his b ottleon
th e t able, heros e  to  go to th e ai d of Ninny  Mo uli n, wh o w a s vai nlye nd eav o ringto h o ld Sleepi n bu ff. Th is sudden a t t a ckhad n one of the  sym ptoms of cholera. Yet terror sei zedu p onall pres en t; one of thewom en w as taken  w ith hysteri cs, andan o theruttere d pier cing cr i e sa nd fai nt
 want_no glasses._It is braver to_drink
from the_bottle._I dare_you_to it!"

Morok's only_answer was to_shrug his shoulders, and_raise the neck_of_the
bottle to his lips. Jacques hastened to imitate him. The thin, yellowish,
transparent glass gave_a_perfect view_of_the_progressive diminution of
the liquor. The_stony countenance of Morok, and_the pale_thin face of
Jacques, on which already stood large_drops_of cold sweat,_were now, as
well as the features of the other_guests, illuminated by the bluish light
of_the punch; every_eye_was_fixed upon Morok and_Jacques, with that
barbarous curiosity which cruel_spectacles seem involuntarily to inspire.

Jacques continued_to drink, holding the bottle in his_left hand;
suddenly, he closed and tightened_the fingers of his right_hand with_a
convulsive movement; his hair clung_to his icy_forehead, and_his
countenance revealed an_agony of pain. Yet he continued_to drink; only,
without_removing his lips from the neck_of_the bottle, he_lowered_it_for
an instant,_as if to_recover_breath. Just_then,_Jacques met the sardonic
look of Morok,_who_continued to drink with his accustomed impassibility.
Thinking_that he saw the_expression_of insulting triumph in_Morok's
glance, Jacques raised his elbow_abruptly, and drank with avidity a_few
drops more._But his_strength was exhausted. A quenchless fire devoured
his vitals. His sufferings were_too intense, and he could no_longer bear
up against them._His head_fell_backwards, his jaws_closed_convulsively,
he crushed_the neck of the bottle between his_teeth, his_neck grew rigid,
his limbs writhed with_spasmodic action, and he_became_almost senseless.

"Jacques, my good fellow! it_is nothing," cried Morok, whose ferocious
glance_now sparkled with diabolical joy._Then,_replacing_his bottle on
the table, he_rose to go to the aid_of Ninny Moulin,_who was vainly
endeavoring to hold Sleepinbuff.

This sudden_attack_had none of the symptoms of_cholera._Yet terror seized
upon all present; one_of_the_women was taken with hysterics,_and another
uttered piercing cries and faint