’ ‘Hang it, Melusine!’ Losing patience, Gerald seized her by the arms. 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. The latter took from his pocket a small note-book and pencil. Jackson had one of the ugliest countenances imaginable, he had a very fine set of teeth.
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