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THREE:Then she noticed that he hadn't started his own drink yet, so he took a cautious sip. It tasted like grape juice, like wine, likehe couldn't identify the ingredients, and besides he was watching her face. He took another sip.
TWO:There was no escape, he told himself dimly! The party had resulted only in that sudden appearance, the grim-mouthed old woman. Drinking had resulted in no more than this new sickness, and a cloudy memory of having talked to an Albert, some Albert, somewhere.... He opened his eyes, felt pain and closed them again. There was no escape: the party Albin had taken him to had led to trouble, his own drunkenness had led to trouble. He saw the days stretching out ahead of him and making years.
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