"My invitation did not extend to them. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them. When he recovered his mental faculties, he would lie there, neutral; they could save him or let him die, as they pleased; and the doctor knew that he would wear himself out forcing his own will to live into this neutrality. " "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. A doubt as to your dinner to-morrow would make you miserable to-night. We shall see. I'll forgive him if he does. He was an old, skilled vampire. Her natural instincts reasserted themselves.
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