Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound
books—which, she realised, were not books at all. While he was swinging in mid air, Thames regarded his uncle with a stern look,
and cried in a menacing voice, "We shall meet again. And, if ever I'm brought to the
gallows, I shall lay my death at her door. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be
satisfied. Then suddenly, in front
of all those windows, he folded her in his arms and pressed her to him, and
kissed her unresisting face. I would be
chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol.
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