" "No fear of that," laughed Kneebone. She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. 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. Poor young lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. Now I’d like the rest of your story. "Here are a pair of gloves and a nosegay for you. " "But how in the Lord's name was she brought up? There's a queer story back of this somewhere. Only au revoir.
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