He was made welcome as McClintock's agent; but he politely declined all the proffered courtesies. “Indeed,” she said, “it was very fortunate that I should have met you this afternoon. And here are these places, full of contagion! “Of course, this is the real texture of life, this is what we refined secure people forget. You’re a piss-poor liar, John. He hated to destroy it; but that was the obligation imposed; and he was an honourable man. ” She shocked him by that. " He smiled at her as he smiled at death, cheerfully. "Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?" he observed. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. There was another little thing he had to say. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood.
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