’ ‘Pah! One little kiss, voilá tout. 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. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point.
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