She had always had a
wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the
viol. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a
rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the
pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. I had
special ways of getting out of the basement without them
noticing, and often I could smuggle a child or two out for
160
the day and they were never the wiser. I’m in a mess—a
nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess!
“Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess!
“Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things?
“Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!”
She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger
below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. "She is here," cried Jack, darting forward. "
The doctor sent her a sharp, quizzical glance.
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