The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. He would talk to Spurlock, but from the bench; as a judge, not as a chagrined lover. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. " So saying, he pushed aside the table, and the janizary stooping down, undrew a bolt and opened a trap-door.
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