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. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. Ah Cum's glance returned to the girl. The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table.
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