The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary fascination. But Blueskin was not to be silenced. Wild's name.
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