Spurlock began to munch his water-chestnuts. I'm an old hand at such things. 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. " "Where are the assassins?" cried Sheppard. This laugh and his looks alarmed her.
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