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Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. That’s— that’s my private life. Give him this letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. She was not obliged to go to the Tredgold College, because as yet the College had not settled down for the session. Mr. It'll be advertised to-morrow. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. Nowadays, from the looks of it, people were lining up to become vampires. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused.
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