The hurricane had now reached its climax. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. ‘Cover her, men. " "What a mistake!" "Yes. 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. ’ ‘You,’ announced the lady, throwing an explosive glare at the captain, ‘are a person entirely without sense. ’ He frowned again.
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