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“I truly am a vampire, John. He turned, expecting to see his wife. " "Never mind," said the old sailor, taking up a piece of blazing coal with the tongs, and applying it to his pipe; "let 'em try. I told you that at the outset. “Your coffee’s too good to refuse. Yet you catch her eye—you can’t seem to escape from it. He is in the secret passage. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. “Sure, but it’s not like you’re married, you know. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate.
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