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The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. " The bearded miscreant seized Jack by the waist, and Thames by the nape of the neck, and marched off, like the ogre in the fairy tale, with a boy under each arm, while Charcam brought upt the rear. " "Your's will be nearer the truth, and have a deeper moral, Mr. “A confusion of motives—that’s what I am!. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. " "Since you require it, I must obey," replied Kneebone; "but prepare yourself for a terrible shock. ‘No doubt accompanied by the latest crim con tales.
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