Nevertheless, it was the tastiest meal I ever ate in Kiribati. Bwenawa and Atenati eyed us warily as we slavered over our lobster.[...] We asked, if it wasn't too much trouble, if we could have lobster every night.
J. Maarten Troost. The Sex Lives of Cannibals, p.166 (2004)
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He staggered limply about, the blood flowing from nose and mouth and ears, his beautiful coat sprayed and flecked with bloody slaver.
Jack London. The Call of the Wild (1903)
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The dog was throttled off; his huge, purple tongue hanging half a foot out of his mouth, and his pendent lips streaming with bloody slaver.