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. “It is the first moment we have let him out of our sight,” Brendon exclaimed, as he hastened across the street. But don't suppose, Madam, that anything I say has reference to you. Women are not in the world in the same sense that men are—fighting individuals in a scramble.
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