"That's a glorious reward. The remainder of dinner was surreal and stilted. 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. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. She stole a few glances at John as she stood and played the pieces. He glanced up. ” Dessert was served.
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