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. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. Idleness is the key of beggary, Jack. . “I brought a man with me who is posted outside,” he remarked. .
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