" "Two can play at that game, my blood," replied Sheppard, rising, and putting himself into a posture of defence. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Leastways, not on your own. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness.
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