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There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. " "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. “Why just take her limbs? Why not poison her, like me?” “Because, if you remember, she turned me into a vampire. Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard. I love your very breath. It’s obvious you have eyes for someone else. She was discussing one of those modern advanced plays with a remarkable, with an extraordinary, confidence. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked.
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