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. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. She blew on the hand cannon and grabbed her bag of gunpowder.
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