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"Just who are you calling a gamin?" Sam hissed. "And that's just fine of you, isn't it? Sitting there- drinking your tea and quoting the bible at us, but I think you know more than you're lettin' on! I know a quack when I see one."

There was sharp accusation in his voice, and his eyes were narrowed with contempt for the man who'd belittled and embarrassed him. "It's your lot that comes into the graveyards at night, digging up the dead so you can... cut them up... destroy their bodies... do experiments on them. Doctors have no respect for the dead! And now the dead are comin' back up from the grave. Well, if I was a betting man, I'd put my money on it being a doctor at fault."