’ Joan sniffed. Captain Roding strode into the parlour. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that he had brought no lunch. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. “I wonder,” he said, “is there anything we could do to help you to get rid of him?” “Can you think of anything?” Anna answered. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. She pulled away from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment.
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