The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. When he could find words, he tried by the most urgent solicitations to prevail upon the constable to let him out. I was orphaned a long time ago. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. Then he rallied, smiling a little. You’re a good friend.
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