Feigning an air
of casualness, Lucy asked the obvious. She had been warned time and time again
by Sebastian that fame would mean the end of her
freedom, being hounded in to the next lifetime by
vampire and power seekers. She imagined herself on a barren
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plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with
the cockroach. It
would surely be only common politeness to drop her a hint—a fellow
countrywoman too. We’ve done nothing to deserve it. Besides, there's
something odd about the boy; for, though I questioned him pretty closely
concerning his business, he declined answering my questions, and said he could
only deliver his message to her ladyship. She
gloried in it: he needed her. With your permission, I will go on in my own way. Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel
porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her
books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat
down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire.
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