There was plenty of sweet water. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?" "I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you," rejoined his mother, bursting from his grasp. “We settled long ago—we’re hard stuff. It fell with a clatter to the floor. But what I do is based upon the fact that he is one of those individuals who are conscience-driven. Ever since he came here, three months ago, he has been the life and soul of the place; and now the death warrant has arrived, instead of being cast down, as most men would be, and as all others are, he's gayer than ever.
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