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272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. ” “Isn’t it. How do you like the story?” “Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. You would do best not to admit to such things either after becoming a vampire. He is at present with Mr. ” “I promise,” Annabel declared. She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. I hope she falls off the face of the planet. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant.
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