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The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Under the somewhat trying incandescent light her cheeks pleaded guilty to a recent use of the powder puff. ‘That’s what comes of disarming yourself. It rather astonished him. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1. “Why just take her limbs? Why not poison her, like me?” “Because, if you remember, she turned me into a vampire. Not that it would make any difference if he was alive still.
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