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. Before our marriage there will be no life between you and the estates. Poor little one. ToC Twelve years! How many events have occurred during that long interval! how many changes have taken place! The whole aspect of things is altered. She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his coat.
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