The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. It is the same man, for he raved in the hospital, and they fetched me. ‘And your schooling?’ he pursued.
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