Hill was exchanging greetings with his hostess, and salutations around the table. “Goodnight. 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. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset.
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