“I hope you have not come for that. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. 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. Then she came a few steps to meet him. Lucy felt her heart splinter in her breast. No; she'd never go back.
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