" "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. They leave them out of novels—these incompatibilities. “That’s suicidal bullshit, Lucy.
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