What he told the vicomte I was not privileged to learn. Her hair was washed for her also. 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. F. Gerald at once rid himself of his own glass and leapt to her assistance. .
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