Monsieur
Charvill, he has not the means to choose different. ’
A laugh escaped her. “Why just take her limbs? Why not poison her, like
me?”
“Because, if you remember, she turned me into a
vampire. "
"I can't! I can't—not now!"
"Bat!—can't you see that she's the kind who would understand and forgive? She
loves you. Did he see him, this Monsieur
Charvill?’
‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble. Her hair and voice and figure are as yours used to be. The blue jaws suggested
courage and tenacity. Quilt,
who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the
rueful appearance of these personages. "Mutual concessions," she added. I don’t love you.
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