One tall joker so besmirched, his head more out of a long squalid bag of a nightcap than in it, scrawled upon a wall with his finger dipped in muddy wine-lees — blood. The time was to come, when that wine too would be spilled on the street-stones, and when the stain of it would be red upon many there.

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