On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. The old man Pottiswick, still grumbling, much to Melusine’s disgust, had gone on his errand to his daughter’s house some two miles distant. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. 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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