‘Gerald had to change both shirt and breeches. ” She shook her head. She pulled, he rose to his feet. She went to her own table and sat down. 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. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. ” They passed out on to the pavement, and the commissionaire called a hansom.
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