” She smiled at him broadly and kissed his cheek. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. He saw his father, calling to him from an icy white tunnel, beckoning to him. ‘I know what it means, numbskull! Didn’t spend years in the confounded country without picking up some of their infernal tongue. He was an old, skilled vampire.
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