She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. We shall see. “Want to see my fangs?” She asked. ‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. He uttered a short laugh. Nothing has been touched since. “That is very nice of you,” she said.
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