In the general survey of the prison, taken in the preceding chapter, but little was said of the Lodge. My arm's nearly well again. But one day he came to me. 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 agree with that. ” “Oh. ” “I don’t care.
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