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, a Chinaman, troubling himself over Occidental ideas! With his hands in his sleeves, he proceeded on his way. Her head rose. Then she went below. ‘He just came.
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