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” He made to speak and did not. ‘If you care for me at all, shoot me. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. ” His walk became a jovial saunter. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. Expiation. On examining his pockets, he found about twenty guineas in gold, and some silver. ’ A little sigh escaped her. She held out her arm straight before her, and turned her hand this way and that. “I truly am a vampire, John. ” “Yes, it is. ” “It might become one,” he answered.
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