” Ennison nodded. 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. ’ ‘Certainly he is not a friend,’ Melusine agreed, ‘but he has gone, after all. It doesn’t seem to matter.
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