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. He was an old, skilled vampire. ’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused.
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