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He drank again, and beca of

the bottle that there was no great quantity left in it I distinctly

understood that he orking himself up with its contents to make an

end of me I knew that every drop it held was a drop of ed into a part of the vapor that had crept towards

host, he would do

as he had done in my sister's case,-- about there drinking at the alehouses My rapid mind

pursued him to the town, made a picture of the street with hihts and life with the lonelyover it, into which I should have dissolved

It was not only that I could have summed up years and years and years

while he said a dozen words, but that what he did say presented pictures

to me, and not mere words In the excited and exalted state ofit, or of persons without

seeing thees, and yet I was so intent, all the tier crouching to spring!--that I knew of

the slightest action of his fingers

When he had drunk this second time, he rose from the bench on which

he sat, and pushed the table aside Then, he took up the candle, and,

shading it with his ht on ht