You don't think it's too early? said the Captain. You and your liver must decide that between you, I replied. I'm practically a teetotaller, he said, as he poured himself out a good half-tumbler of Canadian Club.

In a large bedroom upstairs, the window of which was thickly curtained with a great woollen shawl lately discarded by the landlady, Mrs. Rolliver, were gathered on this evening nearly a dozen persons, all seeking vinous bliss; all old inhabitants of the nearer end of Marlott, and frequenters of this retreat.

Satanism can be divided, roughly, into two branches: the Luciferians and the Palladists.

“Oh, G,” said the siren, leaning over the booth, shaking her silicones in Grand's grill. “Did you see my new tattoo?” Pulling her halter aside, the flirt revealed her new tat, Grand scrawled across her breast.