But he could only discern a black and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at a little distance, which, to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutely standing still. “Do you believe me now?” She asked. “I truly am a vampire, John. ’ ‘But tell,’ demanded Melusine impatiently. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. “My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. “Go on!” “People talked to you in Paris about us,” she continued, “about Anna the virtuous and Annabel the rake.
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