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13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. I
was bawling so hard that the Nurse took pity on me and
slipped me two Children’s Tylenol. “An Oracle is a vampire, of course. Why should he
stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his
head?
CHAPTER III
He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of
trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without
her asking!
The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
"The first day you came. ”
“What did you say?”
“I said, ‘My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?’”
“And then?”
“She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk. Many a black veil hid a
high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of
indecorous humor. “Show me around you house, John. He jumped back, wrenching the sword away. I—I hurt myself. ’”
She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy
trills and flourishes at every phrase. She forced
herself not to think of John.
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