She seemed to have no idea whatever of the emotional states that were becoming to her age and position. Thought she was a nun at first. Hang the wench! Roding was right. You have the gift of words, but you haven't started to create yet. "It seems like six long months to me. 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.
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