Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. “If I am to turn you into a vampire, she cannot know. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. Cars rushed by on the street, swerving into the middle of the two lane road to avoid the knee-deep puddles forming around sewer grates. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. He was astonished. She pulled her veil down, and he knew that silence was best. ’ The sharp eyes twinkled. I go back about once a year.
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