“Please forgive me coming up, Miss Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. If you'd read your husband's dying speech, you'd know that he laid his death at Jonathan's door,—and with reason too, as I can testify. ” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated. That’s my opinion, if you ask me.
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