The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. But she no longer felt Jacomo’s age, even if she looked it. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. “And I’m not happy.
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