“My sister is sure to be out. 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 they’ll shut the gates presently. Anna crossed the street, and letting herself in at No. Capes sat down in the armchair beside her. “It’s just that he doesn’t seem like your type.
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