Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. ” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated. ” Her mind diverged to other aspects, and another type of womanhood. He might have supposed the fellow would be eager to be rid of the tale, for that he might have longer to enjoy the amenities of the Triumphal Chariot where the meeting had been appointed.
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