" Ten minutes' walk brought them to the hotel. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Be this as it may, Jonathan remained the victor; and shortly afterwards,—at the price of a third of his estate, it was whispered,—he procured Trenchard's liberation from confinement. “I could not have stayed in Paris and waited for news. She had even tried a needle and a catheter on a victim once, but had found that the process was so frustrating and slow that she barely gained any sustenance and had done the worst thing imaginable: wasted a kill. ’ ‘It cannot be helped now. "You will not make it valueless in my eyes," he added, catching her in his arms, and pressing her to his breast.
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