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Shall we do it now? Please, she said, in the morning. I ... still feel a little ill. All right, he said, nodding. In the morning. They finished their meal in silence. Neville felt only a small satisfaction that she was going to let him check her blood. He was afraid he might discover that she was infected. In the meantime he had to pass an evening and a night with her, perhaps get to know her and be attracted to her. When in the morning he might have to... Later, in the living room, they sat looking at the mural, sipping port, and listening to Schubert's Fourth Symphony. I wouldn't have believed it, she said, seeming to cheer up. I never thought I'd be listening to music again. Drinking wine. She looked around the room. You've certainly done a wonderful job, she said. What about your house? he asked. It was nothing like this, she said. We didn't have a- How did you protect your house? he interrupted. Oh.— She thought a moment. We had it boarded up, of course. And we used crosses. They don't always work, he said quietly, after a moment of looking at her. She looked blank. They don't? Why should a Jew fear the cross? he said. Why should a vampire who had been a Jew fear it? Most people were afraid of becoming vampires. Most of them suffer from hysterical blindness before mirrors. But as far as the cross goes—well, neither a Jew nor a Hindu nor a Mohammedan nor an atheist, for that matter, would fear the cross. She sat holding her wineglass and looking at him with expressionless eyes. That's why the cross doesn't always work, he said. You didn't let me finish, she said. We used garlic too. I thought it made you sick. I was already sick. I used to weigh a hundred and twenty. I we