Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. Later that night, after she had cleaned herself and changed her clothes, he returned. 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. I will tell you this much, because you have been kind.
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