The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. "I wonder how she picked up Kanaka? On her island they don't talk Kanaka lingo. I hope I may never come near her.
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