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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. \" Michelle's eyes leveled on him dramatically. " "You had better write them for me, Mr. ” “And I also,” Brendon echoed. Earles said persuasively. He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them.
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