‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. 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. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. ‘But the major—’ ‘The major can say nothing at all. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. "My coat!" Ruth did not move but stared astonishedly at the patient.
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