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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. ” “I am going to pack my bag,” Anna answered. Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. ” “You won’t!” said Ann Veronica; with the clearest note of determination. But I'll call a doctor, since you order it. Towards this spot Mrs. "I didn't expect this from you," rejoined Thames, resolutely.
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