After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. . 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. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. This one too she read.
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