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. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. Come along, master. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room. These desperadoes had been the most active in demolishing the coach, and now, being supported by the rabble, they audaciously approached the very portals of the ancient Hall.
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