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. She won’t be a problem from now on. That’s how it takes me. She could run away from him, if she wished, as she had run away from her father; she could carry out the original adventure. “I’ve been following you for many years.
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