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. Mr Jarvis’s sister, that was. "To be sure he has!" returned Mrs. ’ She turned her head, eyes blazing. He returned to attend the funeral. Perhaps my wife has already prepared you for what I wish to say. Only the strong survived. ’ Gerald was relieved to find the girl did not attempt to run away, but meekly allowed him to usher her into the spacious and comfortable library which was his habitual haunt when at home. Its very calmness was frightful. No, don’t interrupt me. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape.
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