” She slipped it on her finger, and added, in a voice she tried to make matter-of-fact: “It was given to me last week. She did not want to go to the doctor's people; however kindly that might be, they would be only curious strangers. It'll be your turn to save mine next. 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. "Certainly," replied Jonathan, with the most perfect sangfroid, "I'll undertake to free you from the boy. But Sheppard took no notice of the exclamation. It came to her like a dear thing rediscovered, that she loved Capes. " "Very well.
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