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. “What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked. “You love some one else?” he repeated. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary way, but on the other hand, there was no lingering.
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