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I take the life out of men. So says your capitaine. Besides, didn't I tell you that I giv' him as good as he brought—and better! I jist touched him with my 'Evenin' Star,' as I call this shillelah," said the watchman, flourishing an immense bludgeon, the knob of which appeared to be loaded with lead, "and, by Saint Patrick! down he cum'd like a bullock. CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. He sent me flowers. We vampires have awesome powers of regeneration, given adequate donors. And as a natural consequence, they don’t do so well, and they don’t get on—and so the world doesn’t pay them.
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