Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. ‘Eh bien?’ ‘You are perfectly right, Melusine. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. You are—horrible. . She did not think Ann Veronica would do as her companion. “You look more like your old self when you smile,” he remarked. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. “Let me see,” he said. He warned her that it drove most men mad and that the process for choosing another to become a vampire was lengthy and protracted with good reason. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage.
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