Then they rode off at speed. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter. “I truly am a vampire, John. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said.
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