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. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and hung up until noon.
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