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” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass. ‘Tell me what you know of Miss Charvill?’ he ordered severely. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. "How, Sir?" "Except by adoption. ” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated. Was he really awake? The arrival and departure of this strange father lacked the essential human touch to make it real.
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