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What I want is a definite instruction which is neither murderous nor futile . Burn it , you handed me enough slush when I was rising . Why the hell ca n't you slobber out something to help me down ? '' By the time his descent was accomplished , it was past four o'clock -- summer time -- and there was a pale cast about the sweet moonlight that told of the coming of another dawn . `` I say , '' said Jill suddenly , `` do n't let 's go to bed . '' `` No , do n't let 's , '' said Berry , with a hysterical laugh . `` Let 's -- let 's absolutely refuse . ''