‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about. When in the plenitude of his power, he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human blood. A young man was playing the banjo. The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Miss Moffatt, the history and moral instruction mistress, was particularly explicit upon this score, and they all agreed in indicating contempt and pity for girls whose minds ran on such matters, and who betrayed it in their conversation or dress or bearing. Melusine, her breath coming in short bursts, heard a sudden flurry of several heavy footsteps and harsh commands exchanged. The relationship seemed to have almost as much to do with blood and body as a mortgage. She longed to enjoy human food as he did. Such an obvious ruse, but the boys and girls would defend their pride to the bitter end, the facade of study groups during rutting season. She was given a glimpse of his soul. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion.
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