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Sleep must have overcome me, for I had a troublous dream or vision of which Poison was the predominant nightmare, a dream and slumber broken by the convulsive sensation which roused me up as I endeavored in imagination to swallow at one draught the contents of a metal tankard of half-and-half half laurel-water, and half decoction of henbane handed to me on a leaden salver by a demon-waiter, with a sprig of hemlock in the third buttonhole of his coat.
The malaria from the trees was there, and the planter of the balcony watering henbane and hellebore with boiling aquafortis; likewise the demon-waiter, with his leaden salver and poisoned tankard, wearing an ophidian smile on his features and a fresh sprig of hemlock in his third buttonhole. How long I slept thus I know not.
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