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She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. They were delighted. 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. E. "And will swear to it?" "I will.
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