Austin could scarcely credit his senses when he beheld him. Mike was drinking a cup of black coffee. "Keep off, you accursed jade!" roared Jonathan, "—off, I say, or—" And he struck her a violent blow with his clenched hand. “I missed the hour of your release,” he said, “but I was at the Vindicator Restaurant. You would do best not to admit to such things either after becoming a vampire. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. It seemed to emanate from the back of the house.
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