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" "Don't be too sure of that," rejoined Kneebone, snatching up the staff, and aiming a blow at his head, which was fortunately warded off by Mrs. Yes; she had heard the music the night before. "Please tell me whenever I am at fault. " "Glad to see you once more in the Mint, Mrs. 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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