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  see demohey did he ersistent,
  ahan his father. he actually discovered a of true
  vampires that lived hidden ihe ing out by
  night to hunt. in those days, when mo just myths and
  legends, that was the way many lived.
  ”the people gathered their pitd torches, of course” — his brief
  laugh was darker nohere carlisle had seeers
  exit i. eventually ed.”
  his voice was very quiet; i straich the words.
  ”he must have bee, ah hunger. carlisle heard him call
  out in latihers whehe sob. he ran
  through the streets, and carlisle — he was twenty-three a —
  was ihe pursuit. the creature could have easily outrun
  them, but carlisle thioo hungry, so he turacked.
  he fell o, but the others were close behind, and he
  turo defend himself. he killed two men, ah a third,
  leaving carlisle bleedi.”
  he paused. i se he was editihing, keepihing from
  me.
  ”carlisle k his father would do. the bodies would be burned —
  anythihe mo be destroyed. carlisle acted
  io save his own life. he crawled away from the alley while
  the mob followed the fiend and his victim. he hid in a cellar, buried
  himself in rottihree days. it's a miracle he was able to
  keep silent, to stay undiscovered.
  ”it was over then, and he realized what he had bee.”
  i'm my face was revealing, but he suddenly broke off.
  ”how are you feeling?” he asked.
  ”i'm fine,” i assured him. and, though i bit my lip iion, he
  must have seey burning in my eyes.
  he smiled. ”i expect you have a few more questions for me.”
  ”a few.”
  his smile widened over his brilliaarted ba the
  hall, pulling me along by the hahen,” he enced. ”i'll
  show you.”
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  16. carlisle
  he led me ba that he'd poi as carlisle's office. he
  paused outside the door for an instant.
  ”e in,” carlisle's voivited.
  edeo a high-ged room with tall, west-fag
  alls were paneled again, in a darker wood — where they were
  visible. most of the ace by t bookshelves that
  reached high above my head and held more books than i'd ever seen outside
  a library.
  carlisle sat behind a huge mahogany desk iher chair. he was just
  plaark ihe thie he held. the room was
  how i'd always imagined a college dean's would look — only carlisle
  looked too young to fit the part.
  ”what i do for you?” he asked us pleasantly, rising from his seat.
  ”i wao show bella some of our history,” edward said. ”well, your
  history, actually.”
  ”we dido disturb you,” i apologized.
  ”not at all. where are you going to start?”
  ”the waggoner,” edlied, plae hand lightly on my shoulder
  and spio look back toward the door we'd just e
  through. every time he touched me, i casual way, my heart
  had aion. it was m with carlisle there.
  the wall we faow was different from the others. instead of
  bookshelves, this ded ictures of all sizes,
  some in vibrant colors, others dull monoes. i seare
  logie binding motif the had in on, but i found
  nothing in my hasty examination.
  edulled me toward the far left side, sta of a
  small square oil painting in a plain woodehis o stand
  out among the bigger and brighter pieted in varying tones of
  sepia, it depiiature city full of steeply slanted roofs, with
  thiop a few scattered towers. a wide river filled the
  fround, crossed by a bridge cover