← I asked her to get some wine—Burgundy—and whatever food might be ready. 🔊
← I filled his glass with wine. 🔊
← Again and again I filled his glass, and always, mechanically, he emptied it; but the wine kindled no spark of enterprise in him. 🔊
← I began to realize that the wine had clouded his brain. 🔊
← I remember pausing before a wide door-step and wondering if perchance it was on this very one that the young De Quincey lay ill and faint while poor Ann flew as fast as her feet would carry her to Oxford Street, the "stony-hearted stepmother" of them both, and came back bearing that "glass of port wine and spices" but for which he might, so he thought, actually have died. 🔊