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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. Abruptly, Gerald turned. She breathed deeply, and he breathed sympathetically. “I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. ” He bent and kissed her hair and paused, and then forced his attention back to the map. ‘Alors, I see it. ” He said.
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