” He was slightly tipsy. 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. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. If you can do any good with him, it's more than we can.
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