” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less than his accustomed skill. "Who is it?" "He didn't give his name, Sir," replied the maid; "but he's a young gentleman. It was dry, as if she had powdered it.
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