She comprehends what we're about. Before the Monroes I was placed with a single woman, Leslie Cavendish. But come, sir. 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.
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