” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. “Now replace the stone, my child. ’ ‘What if she goes back to Charvill?’ demanded Roding. I would be chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. ” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. He admitted that it would bore him to dally here in Canton, with the pleasures of Hong-Kong so close. . She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. Her whole face stiffened with suppressed anger.
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