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. ’ A burning at his chest, the general ground his teeth. Austin, who had been evidently schooled by Wild, maintained a profound silence on this head.
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