I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg. 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. That's well. Hilary Roding was all soldier now, his earlier grievances laid aside.
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