“I stood watching him drink, expecting any moment to see him collapse. But he continued slowly to sip his wine like a connoisseur. His face did not change, only from time to time he put his band to his throat as though he had some difficulty in swallowing. He rose and took a few steps. When I asked him what was the matter, be answered: ‘Why, nothing, just a tickling in my throat ‘The Madeira’s good,’ he remarked; ‘give me some more.'” – Prince Felix Yusupov, recalling the night he murdered R… (View original article)
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