ds, listen to the wireless, read—but it would have been easier to relax with a cobra loose in the room. How could Elizabeth care about her being with Karl, when Madeleine was ill? Surely it could I'm not a vampire, just… different. Anne looked at her for a moment.
It seemed a reflex action, like a fox pouncing on a flapping hen. She lingered to wipe the table, looking back over her shoulder at him as she walked away. She put her arms round his neck and they held each other, auburn and russet hair mingling together. Anne stood on tiptoe to kiss David's nose.
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