“I haven’t seen the new Patience, dear,” she said. 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. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils.
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