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\"Oh. It’s these damned novels. It was eleven o'clock. The door to the room in question was closed. And who knew if the men that Gerald had posted there would follow her to protect her somewhere else? In truth, where were these soldiers? She could not see them, although she assiduously searched the mist-shrouded square from the vantage point of the bay window in the large first floor room which had become her headquarters. All make the same answer—'d—n you, keep it. And I've made up my mind that a husband ought to believe only half that he hears, and nothing that he sees. I have done n-nothing. ‘You are an avid reader, I take it. ” “Is she the one who made you into a vampire?” “Yes. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. Then she took her sister’s hand. "Man, man! You're coming to life. ” “Oh, neat.
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