She tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter. ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty seat. She winked at him as he shut the door. ‘No need to shake in your boots,’ Gerald said soothingly. He warned her that it drove most men mad and that the process for choosing another to become a vampire was lengthy and protracted with good reason. “Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. " "I am here in Canton," she replied, simply. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way.
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