They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. 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. "Yes," answered the girl.
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