148 “Sure. You know what's what. Wood's boat bearing up towards him. ” She nodded. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. It would be very hard perhaps to make you understand just how I feel about it. " He did not pause to consider how she had learned that he had imagination; he comprehended only the direct challenge. But to draw the attention of the milice, no, that is not at all desirable. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. I.
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