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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. ’ ‘I am relieved to hear it. "Do you wish to earn a rich reward, my good friend?" said Thames to the watchman, as soon as they were left alone. ‘No, let me guess,’ he interrupted. - You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.
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