‘I may have been only a secretary, but times are changing. She had never heard anything so unholy. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre of something to give us an appetite while dinner is being prepared?” “Certainly not,” she answered. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. He was a comforting, humorous old ruffian; but there were few men in the Orient more deeply read in psychology and physiognomy. She had never fasted before as a vampire, and a horrible twisting pain emerged in her gut, shaking her legs with muscle cramps.
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