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. Worse than any man. ” He held his breath as she reached over the stick shift and touched his face. The face that looked down upon Ann Veronica was full of amiable intention.
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