” “And what do you think I ought to do?” “Exactly!” He lifted a paper-weight and dabbed it gently down again. I speak no harm of her. 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 weather harmonized with their feelings.
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