"Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. In the present instance she did not want any interference; she did not want the doctor's wisdom to edge in between these two young fools and spoil the drama. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. . "I wouldn't force him for the world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a taste of the aqua pompaginis. 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. And she was about as capable of intelligent argument as a runaway steam-roller.
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