The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. I could always 108 tell right away whether my new foster home was going to be good or bad. They tried to read illustrated papers in an unconcerned manner and with forced attention, lest they should catch the leaping exultation in each other’s eyes. She tried not to pant, not to reveal herself, and she began to shake. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. There was another phrase which sounded something like 'Gin in a blue-serge coat'. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be Capes’ friend.
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