Death belongs to God, young man. ’ He looked the girl up and down. I have been sitting with him ever since. Jeez! It was about time. That's the way she strikes me. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. “If I am to turn you into a vampire, she cannot know. You are the one person I can understand and feel—feel right with. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. There was a strained, eager expression on his face.
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