The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. "Egad!" exclaimed Wood, "you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. Clearing the recess the instant after his companion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took out the key. " "And all the time you loved her?"—appalled. I think you will find that his story will be believed, whatever I say; and in any case, if he is going to stay on here, I shall have to go away.
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