To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. Only I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. I do not command the services of a person who will not tell me why he offers them. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. ” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated.
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