" On quitting the Lodge, Wild repaired to his own habitation. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. Cool and sunny, it seemed that God himself smiled upon that day, the sunbeams streaming through the magnificent arches dustily as the priest murmured in soporific Latin. ” Lucy commented. I must bless him before I die. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. “Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. Do not mistake me. “I should really like to find somewhere to stay, if it was only for a few nights. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. " CHAPTER XIV.
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