She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. The grim mockery of it!—those South Sea loafers, taking advantage of Enschede's Christianity and imposing upon him, accepting his money and medicines and laughing behind his back! No doubt they made the name a byword and a subject for ribald jest in the waterfront bars. Gerald shook his head. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. In the bad light he looked at once military and sentimental and studious, like one of Ouida’s guardsmen revised by Mr. Ann Veronica paused before she answered. ’ ‘What?’ gasped Gerald, shocked. Isn’t that why we are out here?” “Why did you deny you were a vampire? Why are you keeping it a secret?” “I do not share the fact that I am a cannibal with the human race. It’s artificially chance. Gerald pressed against the wall, and signalled Roding to go to the other side of the door. “Dear me!” he said.
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