“Am I dull?” she said. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. 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. Detached, it was not impossible that she would be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears.
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