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She could not hide her face. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. 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. The house was invisible from the road, and yet enormous once within view.
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