The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. Spurling, drily. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. Her relationship with John had made her the object of desire for scores of teenage boys who had dared not previously think of her in such a way. "If any one's to blame, it's me. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. Daughters were not like sons. I would be chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. I’m a female thing at bottom.
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