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But eventually Spurlock laughed. You're alone, too, child. Bon. —'Why, hang every bailiff that sets a foot in your territories, and you're safe,' says I. 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.

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