’ ‘That’s better. V. Jack appealed to the new auditors, and again detailed his story, but with no better success than heretofore. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. Forthwith he presented his card. "And who taught it you—the landlord, Joe Hind?" "No; one Blueskin, a fellow who frequents the Lion," answered Jack, with a degree of candour that astonished his master nearly as much as his confidence. I WAS talking to him before I saw his name on the card beside the row of microscopes. But I said I wouldn't drive a hard bargain with you, and I won't. Now do you see?’ Melusine frowned. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars.
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