She heard him come in; the light burned on. What!— you know so little of that child? She ran away from you. 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. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room.
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