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. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog. Then I saw Mrs. It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was.
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