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. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. Winifred screamed. ” “I believe you,” she murmured. Kneebone's 346 XIV.
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