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. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. Stanley, and went into his study.
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