This is a joke of yours. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. “I will tell you as much as this,” she continued. 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. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. I can’t imagine what possessed you, Veronica. Oh God! my limbs fail me. She was the type that people of every age gravitated to, naturally affable and kind to everyone. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago.
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