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“No, the only person I told before tonight was my mother and father. “Going to visit our little friend the vampire?” “What?” He asked, incredulous. “The truth!” Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister’s ear. Pretend to weep both of you as loudly as you can. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. I bring you tidings of an old friend. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. . I don’t feel it. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. “The very question, my dear sister,” she said, “tells me that I have succeeded.
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