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. He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates the place. His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding. There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features.
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