The strange clarity that only Spike ever seemed to bring out in her seized Drusilla. She looked up at him, lips twitching. But that passed, and she descended into the tone of a lover's spat.
"You're going to tell me your heart's beating next, aren't you? You're going to make me sad and mournful!"
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"You're going to tell me your heart's beating next, aren't you? You're going to make me sad and mournful!"