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. ‘Don’t concern
yourself, Hilary. I didn’t
believe him and I said so. Take it, and take the estates, in Captain Sheppard's name. "And now," she
added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a
few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have
to go through—to pray for my son. I suppose if one
were to love some one, one would feel doubtful. “For men have reason, women rhyme
A man scores always, all the time. "
"As you please, Sir,—provided you don't let him off.
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