Crumbs swept up . d beauti-ful. Dallas Clifford took her hand, and vowed OF WATERING-PLACES 3II before Almighty God, and a great cloud of wit-nesses, that he would love, cherish, and protect. The wine poured from the bottles, andfoamed in the beakers, and glowed under thechandeliers. Dallas Clifford drank with all,drank again and again. Drank with old andyoung. Drank with brothers and until Blanche besought him to take nomore. Drank till his tongue was thick, andhis knees weakened, and the banquet swamaway from his vision, and he was carried upstairs, struggling, hooping, and cur
Crumbs swept up . d beauti-ful. Dallas Clifford took her hand, and vowed OF WATERING-PLACES 3II before Almighty God, and a great cloud of wit-nesses, that he would love, cherish, and protect. The wine poured from the bottles, andfoamed in the beakers, and glowed under thechandeliers. Dallas Clifford drank with all,drank again and again. Drank with old andyoung. Drank with brothers and until Blanche besought him to take nomore. Drank till his tongue was thick, andhis knees weakened, and the banquet swamaway from his vision, and he was carried upstairs, struggling, hooping, and cursing. Oh !there was an unseen Hand writino- on thatgilded wall terrible meanings. There was aserpent that put its tongue from that basketof grapes on the table. On the smoke of thecosdy viands an evil spirit floated. Instead ofthe ring in the brides cake, there was an ironchain. Those red drops on the table were notso much spilled wine as blood. Louder thanthe guffaw of laughter arose the hiccough ofdespair. |©#^.
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