The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. She pointed hither and yon, smiled and shook her head. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. . A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. “I love some one else.
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