More,’ he said, ‘but I’m told it’s the most amusing thing in London at the present time. 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. Lee-o-no-ra. \" Lucy replied. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag.
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