The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. "Bess wouldn't bear a rival. 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. " However illogical and inconclusive these arguments might appear to Mr. An immediate halt took place.
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