She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. It felt too good. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. ‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. “As if it could possibly matter what such a person thinks of you. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood.
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