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Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. 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. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. “Ah, Vee,” he said, “that’s better! and kissed her back rather clumsily. If he keeps his word, I'll keep mine. ” “Just so,” the doctor remarked drily. " "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. ” “You do not flatter me,” she laughed.
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