And I’ll have that story off you as we journey back to town. 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. They fell into step again. If you knew anything about Canton ware, you were, as like as not, sorely tempted to stuff a teacup into your pocket. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes.
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