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. There was just a minute’s hesitation before they gave her a room. After dinner Ann Veronica went into the drawing-room with Miss Stanley, and her father went up to his den for his pipe and pensive petrography. ” He paused and looked at her, and said, with a sudden drop into a confidential undertone, “Or else I want to pray.
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