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Martin was the only person to directly address Lucy again, trying to reassure her that “real vampires melt in direct sunlight. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. That there Frenchie didn’t look any too friendly to me. " "Your prisoner!" echoed Jonathan, derisively. “Thanks, so do you. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold.
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