Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. We had no idea. 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. And now you must go back, take up your work and think all this over. "I'm not particular about rooms.
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