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My vengeance is completely gratified. “An Oracle is a vampire, of course. Poor Ben was not so fortunate. I cannot have my wife distressed or worried. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. Remember?’ ‘Parbleu,’ came from his still struggling victim. He will be some time in this comatose state. Later, there will be fever, after I've got his heart pumping. They sell only their talents, not their bodies; they are not girls of the street. Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart. But it's French manners, I suppose. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet.
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