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"You noisy fool, Wright! " he said, still holding me in his iron grip. "I heard you ranting in the street outside. " Then, "Am I hurting you, Mr. Rissler? " he asked.
Foolishly I opened my mouth to reply, but hardly had I done so before a handkerchief was thrust between my lips, and stuffed the next instant half-way down my throat.