The only departure which he made from the fashion of the period, was in respect to the peruke—an article he could never be induced to wear. 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. ” “That is so,” Anna admitted. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds.
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