Left alone with Edgeworth Bess, Jack burst into a loud laugh of exultation. 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. " "And who is its mother?" asked Jonathan, in an eager whisper. I've got the watch-spring saw in my sleeve.
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