"But, however, it may turn out, I disown you. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. Either we go forth together, or they shall bury me. I am the cause of his ill-usage. “I have come for an explanation,” she said. The room seemed a vacuum. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. 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. Finding it impossible to descend on any side, without incurring serious risk, Jack resolved to return for his blanket, by the help of which he felt certain of accomplishing a safe landing on the roof of the house in Giltspur Street.
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