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" The envelope contained exactly five hundred dollars. I hung around Harvard a little when you were there. 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. since the beginning. “It is unimportant,” she said. That is what I don't understand. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly.
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