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As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. This time there wasn't any doubt. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. She flared her upper lip, baring her canines which had extended by half an inch. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. He did it, he said, “to distract his mind. "Without proper medical care, he would have been dead by morning. “She”, you say.
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