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 swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. “Still, of course, it is possible. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. ’ The fellow seized on this. To-morrow they will all be contradicted. She had never let off a pistol in her life. ” Anna laughed, and went back to her easy chair. .
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