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Jeremiah Jackson's double. 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. Others who have done, have found you false. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. " "Order those who choose to obey you," rejoined the lady scornfully. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry.
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