" "Accident or not," rejoined Sheppard; "you're no longer pall of mine. The doctor smoked his pipe thoughtfully. "He's audacity enough for anything. Drink for him had a queer phase. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. At last—I told a story. Me, you may have. " "Suppose he brings Blueskin, or some other ruffian with him," hesitated the jailer. ’ ‘You can arrest me,’ answered Kimble belligerently, ‘but you can’t make me say nothing about her. Sheppard, falling on her knees. Alcohol— would you believe it?—steadies his nerves and keens his brain: which is against the laws of gravitation, you might say.
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