Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. The poor boy, wanting his empty coat! The incident, however, caused her to review the recent events. “Why just take her limbs? Why not poison her, like me?” “Because, if you remember, she turned me into a vampire. It grew clear to her that throughout all her wild raid for independence she had done nothing for anybody, and many people had done things for her. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. ’ A radiant smile dawned.
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