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. I promise not to do it again. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. ” “But do you really think men’s minds are altered by the food they eat?” “I know it,” said Miss Miniver. She will tell you all the story while I am gone.
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