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. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. I never forgive an injury. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort.
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