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She throws a sort of spell over us all. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. " O'Higgins emptied an inside pocket—and purposely let the battered photograph fall to the ground. 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. And he who opposes me in it shall feel the weight of my hand. Here," he added, throwing a handbill on the bed, "are the particulars of the burglary, with the reward for Jack's apprehension. \" He rose and departed.
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