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"Ah! Sometimes I wonder I don't run amok and kill someone," said the Wastrel,
in broken English. “Have you got to keep her now?”
“To the best of my ability,” said Mr. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous
professionalism creeping into her voice. He had remarkably skilful fingers
and a love of detailed processes, and he had become one of the most dexterous
amateur makers of rock sections in the world. There
was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered
point drove through it, missing its intended target. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. She broke a cobblestone over his head and
he was out. ”
“If you’re a vampire, how can you run around in the
daytime?”
“There are many myths about us. Then before she could say a word to arrest him he was at her side. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be
styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. You cannot
arrest yourself.
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