"He understands me, you perceive," said Hogarth. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. Sometimes I try to talk.
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