She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. 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. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads.
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