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"Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva,'—that's your mother's name, Thames. That place was closed by the police last month. I would be chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. “And how did you find us here?” “I called at Montague Street a few minutes after you had left. A remittance man. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. “Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide, uncomfortable pause.
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