" And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards
was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on
her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of
determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. . “I’m not a good woman. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a
rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the
pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. He returned her
to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. She was, as Capes had said, a hard young woman. “I don’t know. ’
‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. ’ She paused,
struggling for the word.
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