And I think I will indeed blow off your imbecile head. So I dare say I was christened Jack. 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. " "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly.
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