‘Yes, do,’ approved Lucilla. We were going at a mad pace. Courtlaw stood up. 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. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour.
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