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It was a habit of his to talk to himself. But I never found any truth in the saying. I have plenty in common with Mike. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. Was he, too, on the way to the beach? What a pity! All alone, and none to warn him of the abject wretchedness at the end of Drink. But this wild scheme was speedily abandoned; and, nerved by despair, the carpenter resolved to hazard an attempt, from the execution, almost from the contemplation, of which he had hitherto shrunk. With each step his heartbeat increased exponentially.
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