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” When the next holidays came Ann Veronica’s mother was ill, and Gwen was in the sick-room when Ann Veronica returned home. 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. ‘Why does this person say you are mad?’ ‘Because I am risking having my head blown off,’ Gerald answered cheerfully. You might get faint, but you can fight it. It was really very nice of you, but to-morrow you will laugh at it as I do now. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. Afterwards she hunted up the article in question, and it seemed to her quite delightfully written and argued. I hate what I am. “No.
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