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. Lucy inhaled deeply. "Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, pulling the trigger of his pistol. And if you treat me in this way, you will have my death to answer for, as well as the deaths of my husband and child. ‘But I do not pay this penalty.
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