He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. "The devil!" ejaculated Jonathan.
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