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. I cannot live without you, Anna. "You want me, then?" she said. ” “You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?” “Certain,” Courtlaw answered. And you’re as clean as fire.
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