He drew her away from this thought. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. “They seem smaller, you know, even physically smaller,” she said. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. The strong potation he had taken, combined with fatigue and anxiety he had previously undergone, made him oversleep himself, and when he awoke it was just beginning to grow light. She had not seen him in two and a half centuries. “But your sister?” he asked. Both started. She pawed at him, her hunger for his body making her dizzy with anticipation. But this is not sufficient. That poor child, trying to escape, and not knowing how.
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