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The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. “Maybe we could swing a scholarship to Boston College for you, you know, with your violin and all. Vampires are very lonely creatures, John. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. E. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards.
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