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. “I find it very hard to write this letter. One of the reasons why I decline to talk is this: that boy's punishment will be enough. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain.
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