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“No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. I’m six hundred and forty-eight years old, John! I should have never seduced a young boy, let alone expected him to keep my secrets for me. “Indeed!” Anna answered indifferently.
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