... like to tell you, my boy," he answered, nervously twirling his liqueur glass in his fingers. "You see, you're young, and I'm—well, to tell you the truth, I'm getting old, and when you get old you get nerves, and they can be terrible things, nerves." I looked up at the haggard face, drawn into deep ... — The Mystery of the Green Ray • William Le Queux
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