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Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. "She was mine before you ever saw her. The other individual, who was a little in advance, was concealed from the stranger's view. He warned her that it drove most men mad and that the process for choosing another to become a vampire was lengthy and protracted with good reason. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. Go to her and tell her. ’ She stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing. Make no promises on a night where I have burdened you with such awful knowledge.
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