The Leads. I must go perhaps in all the rooms. 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. Others pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right with the world.
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