‘I know you, Gerald. Gently she raised his head and withdrew the coat from under the pillow. 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. Grace, confidence, the power of movement even, seemed gone from her. To be ill and helpless.
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