It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities. ‘Rather thought I’d have to disarm you when you heard of it. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle. You are not going anywhere but to the Tredgold College. 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. " "Mr.
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