The Opposite House: A Novel — page 182: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XVIII. REVENGE. ‘This will be the last evening,’ Brand nodded, with an air of satisfaction, as he walked with Wikke toward the gaming-hall. ‘Then we will go by the night train direct to the North Sea, and I hope to- morrow we shall see the sun rise over Bremen. Deuce take it! I have the travelling fever, and can scarcely wait for the hour of departure to come.” “Dame Fortune shall have six psalms sung to her when we once breathe the sea air,” replied Wikke, drawing a long breath. “Satan knows I hada wretched dream last night. Fie! I actually felt the rope cut into my neck, and when I woke, the first thing I did was to touch my throat to try whether the disagreeable knot was still there. It's avery uncomfortable feeling to have the ground sway under your feet.” [177] Comicboolkk<s C@