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Sheila found out. The shock and distress were genuine. “Your house is so huge. 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. This man was her husband in the eyes of both God and man.
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