The threadbare remainders of the dinner discussion hovered over the topics of obsessive fans of the science fiction and horror genres. Until at last I persuaded him to go to bed. ‘You do not understand, Gérard. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury.
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