But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. "Take my life, if you're so disposed. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother. Mrs Sindlesham raised her brows. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. Spurling, indignantly; "but I can tell you we have. Anyhow, they didn’t run about so much. ’ ‘Do you care to test that theory?’ Gerald suggested easily. 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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