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"Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. “Going to visit our little friend the vampire?” “What?” He asked, incredulous. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. " So saying, he closed the door. "They have ever since been deposited in a place of safety. I will not trust you. Or mad, just as the captain had said so many times. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. “Yes, I remember you now. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. Nasty, damp passages. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo.
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