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. She's fine. David left this afternoon. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner.
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