‘You have said you do not wish to marry me,’ she accused. Kneebone, I'll make one of the party. Then she called a hansom and drove home. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. They did not have to wait long. Then he turned on his heel and walked off. This whole affair is truly my fault. He will return, and you shall be awaiting his arrival!” When her own underarms and groin turned pink, then blue, then black, she confined herself to bed. She had even tried a needle and a catheter on a victim once, but had found that the process was so frustrating and slow that she barely gained any sustenance and had done the worst thing imaginable: wasted a kill. We’ll find a way to survive.
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