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 was honest again. It was as much accident as anything, but she had killed him. “The fact is—I don’t know why—this takes me by surprise. He will be sorry when he knows who I am,’ decided Melusine with satisfaction.
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