But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. ‘Alors, I see how is this. He shall expiate his offences on the gibbet. 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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