Her parents have more money than God. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. Feel for the lock, and prize it open,—you don't need to be told how. They were drenched with water and suds. She answered slowly. 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 backed away from him.
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