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Sated, he rolled off her body and retired to his quarters. His eyes were red. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. He was an old, skilled vampire. He had only to recall this fact (which he did in each crisis) to erect a barrier she could not go around or over. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree. After that, we'll go our several ways. ” Capes suddenly abandoned his attitude of meditative restraint.
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