. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. " "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. “An Oracle is a vampire, of course. If I were to marry you now I should feel a dependent being all my life—a sort of parasitical creature without blood or muscle. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. They were his friends, and they recognized his unusual earnestness. "Come, off with it, sirrah, or I'll blow out your brains, in the first place, and strip you afterwards. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh.
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