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The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Your husband could have told you that. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. "Hush!" said she, in a low, but agitated voice; "would you earn this purse?" "I've no objection," replied Blueskin, in a tone intended to be gentle, but which sounded like the murmuring whine of a playful bear. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon.
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