" It was curiously
like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father
paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the
Word. Eggs were procured
for her, and she sat out the subsequent emotions and eloquence with the dignity
becoming an injured lady of good family. “No, John, you won’t understand. \" Michelle said dejectedly. As you admitted to me—one has to
square one’s self with the world. His
stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed
they were not entirely true. We
vampires have awesome powers of regeneration, given
adequate donors. ’
‘Then you’re mad,’ Roding said flatly, and suddenly grinned.
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