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"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. ” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage. “Very well,” he said, “I will go. “It was best for me to know. Is there anything you'd like?" "Books. ’ ‘Useful certainly. How did you discover I was a vampire in the first place?” “I did some research for a few weeks after you got questioned by the police. But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. “Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. She held out her hand frankly.
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