Seemed like he knew so much—more than me, miss. 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. Had to. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. "You've won your wager.
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