And now you must go back, take up your work and think all this over. The sergeant had not seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. And I’d do it again for you if needs be. ’ ‘He let them go?’ asked Miss Froxfield incredulously. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time. 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.
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