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. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. There was a gentle rustling of skirts.
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