And mind he doesn't stir out of your sight, on any pretence whatever, till I call. ’ The lodgekeeper’s jaw fell open. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude.
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