He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. “What are you doing?” he asked. 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. ’ ‘Eh?’ Gerald grinned at Hilary’s blank expression, and was gratified when the girl turned a brilliant smile upon himself. Wood gave the required promise, though he could not help thinking that if either of them had cause to be jealous he was the party. Lucy did not want to have to kill the mother, as she hated more than anything to kill women, no matter what their sins. For freedom at least.
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