You shall behold him. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. 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. ‘Trespasses,’ supplied Gerald.
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