" "I cannot consent to it," replied Sir Rowland firmly. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. She had never thought of him at all in that way before. "I forgot. It was only when they had sped back into the country that Sebastian asked, “Why kill the parents of the girl? What did they ever do to you?” “The girl had effectively gone public with my little vampire secret, Sebastian. From the centre of the ceiling hung a replica of the temple lamp in the Taj Mahal. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench. But I don't understand her; she's over my head.
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