He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. Love is a great thing, and happiness a joy. 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. As for that, what man ever had? "That's a remarkable young woman," he offered, merely to note what effect it would have.
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