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. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. Ever since the young police officer had arrived on her doorstep the clock had started ticking faster. .
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