‘Oh, mon dieu. You know you do, Annabel. 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. Ah Cum, sensing the difficulty, approached, recovered the damp handkerchief and returned it.
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