Martin was the only person to directly address Lucy again, trying to reassure her that “real vampires melt in direct sunlight. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. "Here are some letters, which will let you see what a snake you've cherished in your bosom, you uxorious old dotard," said Blueskin, tossing a packet of papers to Wood, as he followed his leader. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour.
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