Hers were less noble, yet stately. When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. Borne in the arms of a couple of assistants, and preceded by Mrs. Kneebone's. She walked through the office to the door, aimlessly. ‘Gabbling and muttering in a foreign tongue, that’s what I heard, sir,’ had declared the gap-toothed ancient, when he told them of the initial foray he had made, sneaking around the house in the dark. So am I. She is Bohemian to the fingertips. “Was that before or after you became a vampire?” Michelle questioned her casually, as if it were an interview. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear.
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