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. By this action, Lucy already knew what the answer was. " "Forgive you!" echoed his mother, with a look radiant with delight. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might.
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