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“I was turned against my will by a very evil man, a vampire named Sebastianus. The day before this examination was appointed to take place—the third of the prisoner's detention—an old man, respectably dressed, requested permission to see him. You will not have to wait long for the information. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. He kissed her once inside the car. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. That was the true marvel of it. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. He turned round toward her and found her looking at him and standing very still.
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