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“How did you become a vampire, then?” He asked. White told me where to find you. "You poor child!" said Prudence. The angels in Heaven shall not tear you from me. I came back to say, that I've placed your nephew in a coach; and, if you'll be at my lock in the Old Bailey an hour after midnight, you shall hear the last tidings of him. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page.
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