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There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. She was fine and tender. Spurling stood her negro attendant, Caliban; a hideous, misshapen, malicious monster, with broad hunched shoulders, a flat nose, and ears like those of a wild beast, a head too large for his body, and a body too long for his legs. You are to come home. "Well, Sir?" gasped Sir Rowland. ’ ‘That’s easy. " "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. “I’m a vampire. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is.
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