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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. Take my word for it, your troubles are over. Consternation gripped him. "You've perjured yourself. “It’s as broad as life,” said Mr. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. O'Higgins did not confide in me.
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