It was hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of “Alcide. Anna nodded as she briskly crossed the pavement. I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. ’ Total bullshit, if you ask me. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood.
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