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. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. She searched for it for many days that stretched into weeks before she gave up. He was an imaginative young man. This year—I’ve got it badly. I told her it was the end. Seeing Capes from day to day made a bright eventfulness that hampered her in the course she had resolved to follow. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way.
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