“I wonder,” she said, “how much you care. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. He was an old, skilled vampire. She offers me no explanation, permits me absolutely no hope. One day she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more. ‘What do you do here?’ demanded the young lady, moving to meet him. Could you just let me in? I have a surprise for him. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. “As my lady wills. He looked the boy over with interest. Lucy could feel blood welling underneath a bump half swelling and already half-healing on her scalp. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Later, she understood his reasons; and it had now become habit.
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