Quotes
glimpse of the man’s face, looking strangely stricken, as if his last friend in the world had left him.
“The mist on the glass is congealing, ’tis the hurricane’s icy breath. And it shows how the warmth of friendship grows cold in the clasp of death. So stand, stand to your glasses steady, and drink to your sweetheart’s eyes.”
Beautiful writing
. I always drank chocolate milk instead of Coke or something
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