His advice was mostly practical. ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. He was beautiful and perfect, his blue eyes smiling at her. “This has almost killed your father. 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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