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. CHAPTER I. Sir Rowland," he added, in a deep whisper, "do you agree to my terms?" "I do," answered Trenchard, in the same tone. I’m a man, and I know what I mean. " "Stand out of earshot," rejoined his leader. Of course, if at any time—see reason—alter your opinion.
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