He drew her closer. “I’m going to kill your weakness for you. 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. What she admired in her man was his resolute defense of his opinions. Little more’n a week. ’ ‘When you begin to tell the truth,’ Gerald told her severely, ‘I shall be happy to believe you. I can never be grateful enough. He grabbed her legs and threw the covers from the bed.
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