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The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. "I understand," she said. Answering him was agonizing. " "Come along, then. ‘I am not in the least in a rage. Clotilde announced that she would not be back and she was taking Fritz and Anna forever. Sheppard. And me, I know very much of soldiers.
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