“What have you done?” 212 “It is your own fault, Lucia. ‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. She had never fasted before as a vampire, and a horrible twisting pain emerged in her gut, shaking her legs with muscle cramps.
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