Vorsack rose from the table and departed for the bathroom, mumbling something about a Tylenol. ” They talked for a while in somewhat dreamy fashion, Anna especially being more silent than usual. . 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. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. ” He threw open the door of the sitting-room and switched on the electric light.
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