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Updated: April 30, 2025

"Jim!" shrieked Mrs. Coombes, and Mr. Clarence sat petrified, with a dropping lower jaw. "Tea," said Mr. Coombes. "Jol' thing, tea. Tose-stools, too. Brosher." "He's drunk," said Jennie in a weak voice. Never before had she seen this intense pallor in a drunken man, or such shining, dilated eyes. Mr. Coombes held out a handful of scarlet agaric to Mr. Clarence. "Jo' stuff," said he; "ta' some."

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - The Country of the Blind, and Other Stories