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. "My child! my child!" exclaimed Mrs. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. .
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