” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass. Not my affair, of course, but I think we ought to teach them more or restrain them more. His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. From midnight until morning he was now left alone. “Why just take her limbs? Why not poison her, like me?” “Because, if you remember, she turned me into a vampire.
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