The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. I didn’t! I didn’t! After all—” For a time her mind ran on daintiness and its defensive restraints as though it was the one desirable thing. “I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is not a good place for her. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. No one will ever love you as I love you now.
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