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So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. Vampires are very lonely creatures, John.
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