After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thought Jack must have given him the slip. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. Did you know you’re very maternal? Damn, you’re more maternal than my Mom. ’ ‘I fetched them with my clothes when the son of madame took me to see Marthe,’ Melusine admitted. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. Her blood spurted into his mouth and he drank. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window.
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