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She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. “Has she ever thought of buying a pair of foam earplugs?” Lucy asked. “Fighting goes with loads of its own baggage, John. But this was long ago. ” “Right,” he answered. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. Martin was the only person to directly address Lucy again, trying to reassure her that “real vampires melt in direct sunlight. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon.
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