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She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. “I truly am a vampire, John. “You have killed me.
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