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"It is Jonathan. It shall never be said that I raised my arm willingly against a woman. Her sleepless night had left her languid but not stupefied, and for an hour or so the work distracted her altogether from her troubles. Wood, furiously. 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.
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