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“I meant to say good-bye to you to-night. 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. We stepped from the Embassy into the motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. CHAPTER XIV. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. “I know the place you mean—very good cooking for such an out-of-the-way show. But then—Oh! Madam, there are moments—moments of darkness, which overshadow a whole existence—in the lives of the poor houseless wretches who traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted; when the horrible promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; and when vice itself assumes the aspect of virtue. It is very bad. This fruit was McClintock's particular pride. ’ ‘Consider me warned,’ said Gerald solemnly. 25 <4> THE ARRIVAL OF THE BLACK DEATH He loved her many times, especially in the first month. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. A. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. ‘I have an excellent excuse to remain comfortably ensconced in my parlour here, able to indulge in my favourite pastime.
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