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Spurling attended him as his nurse, and, under her care, he speedily revived. “Want to see my fangs?” She asked. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white.
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