This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. "There, he's as safe as Jack Sheppard in the Condemned Hould," laughed the man. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. "Constance is yet living. It will give me great pleasure to settle an annuity for a moderate amount upon you on certain conditions. Charcoal. The young man had knocked over the siphon. A few more minutes, and she was safe. He had always warned her explicitly about turning others into vampires. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. ” At the sight of her tears his expression changed to a mingling of triumph and concern.
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