. Only promise me this. “What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly. This forthright dame was so excited, she could not keep still, but paced about the parlour much as Melusine had done earlier. 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 rose and departed.
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