He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again. ” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America. But there is something in your voice that makes me distrust you.
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