Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Shotbolt?" rejoined the executioner. 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. His looks were fixed on his old benefactor. " "Then I wish you good night.
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