’ ‘Compel me? You do not know me, monsieur. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. Sheppard,—"pray let me go. " He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. He was an old, skilled vampire. ’ ‘Gammon,’ interrupted Hilary scornfully. The island was snake-free.
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