A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. Martin was the only person to directly address Lucy again, trying to reassure her that “real vampires melt in direct sunlight. I shall have no faith in future in bolts and bars. He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders.
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