“Here goes,” he said. ” “Oh, okay. " "Don't hurry yourself," said Jonathan, "I'll wait for you here. “I ought never have gone to the Zoo, I suppose. 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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