"Not him,"Leti laughed a bit derisively when she spotted Victor's gaze on the old man whom Henry had become vexed with earlier.
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"The table behind him...The really emaciated looking blond man with?the spots on his face?what look like boils that burst..," she directed.
"Its what put me in mind of the plague I guess,"Leti said.
"He's with the pretty dark haired?young woman. He looks so thin is all and those clothes he's wearing look like somethin' from one of?them paintin's I've seen from the 1500s."
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The bar maid spoke in a near whisper.
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Leti stared at the paper with the?coins Victor thrust into her hand,?then the blond man, then back at the paper, then to Henry with a pleading expression in her eyes. It was plain to her that Dr. Henry knew and understood far more of the rougher side of the streets in his way than Victor did.
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"Well...See his clothes?may be right?strange but they look velvet! Not like he's poor, just I was thinkin' sick...But he...well that may offend him...and if I know anything of men, he might get nasty and forgive me but we already just avoided that!"
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She threw Henry an expressive stressed look before returning her gaze to Victor, her lips finally twisting into a small crooked smile.
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"If you want me to give it to the old man, though...It'd be right funny."
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She blushed, suddenly shooting Henry a glare as if?to say he was somehow to blame for what she felt as a mean spirited thought on her part that was probably undeserved.
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Rena found it difficult to follow the conversation. She was?very drunk and it was becoming more frustrating besides, not to act on her physical needs. She and Jekyll were always so prone to doing what they wanted where they wanted, but it would not go over well here at all. Not in the least. Nonetheless it was still frustrating, perhaps even more so.
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"Yes, Greek Philosophy...the alchemy of it...Agrippa...They knew what they were talking about and more than most people ever understood," she said carefully.
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Leti threw her a curious look but made no comment. Rena was an educated lady, able to carry on a conversation of this sort with the 2 men and she herself, while smart, certainly didn't have any of the higher forms of education. A smart girl knew when to keep her mouth shut, though, so as not to appear less so which is just what she did.
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Meanwhile at their table, Oliver, seated with Nadia, studied the bar maid who had been studying him. Odd that...not that she was staring, for his gaunt appearance often drew looks, one reason he tended to stick to himself, but that he'd seen a wise flash of fear in her eyes that most people never seemed to discover within themselves?unless he decided to have them for dinner.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat