The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. I felt as though I had bandaged eyes. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you.
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