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. Wait a moment. His room was last at the end of one winding corner. ” She looked at him with curious eyes. ” He got up and went to the guest room door and locked it. Through it all Spurlock maintained a gaiety which deceived them completely. Good night!" She pressed his hand and went out. But to-day he did not get beyond half a dozen desultory start-offs. “I think,” she said, “that I will tell you everything.
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