Yet you catch her eye—you can’t seem to escape from it. “I’m a vampire. When I absorb a fact, my brain weighs the fact carefully and stores it away. It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. The larger problem at hand was drugging her foster sister, Shari, into a deep sleep. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. But the influence of the science radiated far beyond its own special field— beyond those beautiful but highly technical problems with which we do not propose for a moment to trouble the naturally terrified reader.
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