" The patient was asleep. 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. "What was it?" He was insistent. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. Miss Stanley reflected on this proposal for a moment. Greece was a different place. Thames did not attempt to offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. “I can’t.
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