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. When you've admitted him, steal into the room, hide yourself, and don't move till I utter the words, 'You've a long journey before you. We are nuns. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it.
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