” “Try what?” She asked, coolly assessing his lithe hips. 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. He often wanted only to drive with her in the car, both of them staring at the scenery in silence for hours.
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