By: E. Nesbit
“Kill me, brothers; I cannot die slowly here alone.”
“Give me the third drug, and let me be as you are.”
“I. Know. Everything.”
“What is the third drug?”
“I have no secrets from you now.”
“I feel so frightfully well — and yet there’s a strange feeling — “
It was like one of those nightmares wherein one runs for ever.
Their pale, degenerate faces spun and swung round him.