. ” He said. ” “You’ll make me look a fool before all my friends. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. 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. Panic leapt into his eyes as he brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. Is this a reason?’ ‘Not good enough? Now I had every hope that it would appeal to you. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound.
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