His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. Martin was the only person to directly address Lucy again,
trying to reassure her that “real vampires melt in direct
sunlight. "
"True," replied the widow, upon whom all the terrible recollections of the day
before crowded, "I know it isn't. So good an opportunity may never occur again. ’
‘Yes, a pretty theory, Lucy,’ Gerald said evenly, ‘but for one thing. "
"I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor
mother's account than my own.
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