It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. “I truly am a vampire, John. Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. He recognised this object at once. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying.
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