The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. ” “Do you drink blood?” He stood up. ” She paused. There was nothing to be learned from her face. ” Annabel pulled up her veil. There were no mourners. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least.
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