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’ ‘Oh, is he?’ Gerald said grimly. "Of course," responded the widow, heaving a deep sigh. Never was there another girl like this one. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. ” “I wish you good luck,” she answered. "Was I out of my head?" "Yes.
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