I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig
Lane—there I got the same answer. She had
a warm, fun-loving personality, and an unflattering disrespect for her future
husband’s authority. . And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. He heard the woman talking again. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. I have strength enough to drag myself there, and I do not want to return. He was like a man beside himself. It’s to do with
adolescence. As such, you may command the sympathies of the gentry. His French is better than mine, so he knew
exactly what he was handling. 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.
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