Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. ‘It could not be helped, whichever way I made my presence known. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. But about dat jonker," he continued, lowering his voice; "have you anything to add consarnin' him? It's almosht a pity to put him onder de water. She stood face to face with him, and his voice cut across her speech and made her stop abruptly.
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