He whispered in her ear. 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. It will take a month to clean up. "Who is it?" "He didn't give his name, Sir," replied the maid; "but he's a young gentleman.
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