"Were it not for this accursed custom," he said, "I might climb as high

as Varney himself. But who can climb when the room turns round with

him like a parish-top? I would the distance were greater, or the road

rougher, betwixt my hand and mouth! But I will drink nothing to-morrow

save water--nothing save fair water."




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