She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. He had conveyed it to her, not verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble method of prohibition. Wood, terrified by the wildness of her looks. 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. To tell you the truth, he spoke to me very seriously upon the subject. I’m glad the old sore is assuaged.
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