The sight o' your 'andsome phiz allys does me good. Wood," replied Jack, calmly. A strong coarse man, and there were things in his eyes which made my blood run cold with terror. 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. They were looking for a guide.
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