She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. She knew now the supreme human energy which sent men to hell or carried them to their earthly heights. It was as if he could smell it on her.
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