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After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address. I'll dispose of the brat. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements. They had been married for well over one hundred years. ‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron. Lives by his wits and gambling. He had always warned her explicitly about turning others into vampires. They were both conscious, however, that something had intervened between them. Montague Hill do not interest me in the least.
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