If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. What a fool I was to separate the two in my mind. “Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. " "You're a noble-hearted little fellow, Thames," rejoined Wood, casting a look of pride and affection at his adopted son, whose head he gently patted; "and give promise of a glorious manhood. 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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