“Never heard anything of it. She hated living like that. “Mary! What’s going on! Why are you crying?!” He commanded an answer in a worried and slightly irritated tone. Tell him the truth, Annabel. 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.
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