" "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies. ’ Releasing her, he turned and walked swiftly towards the door. 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. Lucy collapsed to the floor in a sob. My wife—killed me. His heir is dead, yes, and his name and title available to me.
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