She wanted to scream, but there was no one to scream for. “And yet,” he said, “you bid me talk cheerfully, or not at all. ‘You could have fetched me home. 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. And yet—I love you.
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