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Consternation is sympathetic, and any one who had looked upon the features of Charles Holland, now that he was seated with Henry Bannerworth, in expectation of a communication which his fears told him was to blast all his dearest and most fondly cherished hopes for ever, would scarce have recognised in him the same young man who, one short hour before, had knocked so loudly, and so full of joyful hope and expectation, at the door of the hall.
Bannerworth had some of the German princes in his eye, no one knew but himself, and his sudden death buried with him that most important secret. There were some words written on the leaf of his pocket-book, but they were of by far too indistinct and ambiguous a nature to lead to anything. They were these: "The money is "
Of the two, vampyre as he is, we prefer him much to the despicable and hypocritical, Marchdale, who, under the pretence of being the friend of the Bannerworth family, would freely have inflicted upon them the most deadly injuries.
Henry Bannerworth and his brother were the furthest off from the vampyre; and, unhappily, in the rush which they, as soon us possible, made towards him, they knocked down the admiral, who impeded them much; and, before they could spring over, or past him, Sir Francis Varney was gone.
"Nay, uncle, that would, you know, scarcely be fair. Besides, if I should fall, I solemnly bequeath Flora Bannerworth to your good offices. I much fear that the pecuniary affairs of poor Henry, from no fault of his, Heaven knows, are in a very bad state, and that Flora may yet live to want some kind and able friend." "Never fear, Charles.
She knew, or fancied she knew, him by far too well for that; and she more than once expressed her opinion, to the effect that she was perfectly convinced his disappearance was a part and parcel of all that train of circumstances which had so recently occurred, and produced such a world of unhappiness to her, as well as to the whole of the Bannerworth family.
"No, no, not Varney; but he is not the only one who has taken a great affection for Bannerworth Hall; you may have another tenant for it, and I believe at any price you like to name." "Indeed!" "Hush! creep along close to the house, and then you will not be seen. There! do you hear that noise in the hall?" "Why it sounds," said the admiral, "like the ship's carpenter at work."
Even as he spoke, Henry Bannerworth darted forward, and Sir Francis Varney dropped from the window, out of which he had clambered, close to his feet. "Hold!" cried Henry, "you are my prisoner." With the most imperturbable coolness in the world, Sir Francis Varney turned upon him, and replied, "And pray, Henry Bannerworth, what have I done to provoke your wrath?"
We knew that that lane led to a suburban village, which, without a doubt, was the object of his destination. "Then Marmaduke Bannerworth spoke, saying, "'What we have to do, must be done now or never. There needs not two in this adventure. Shall you or I require him to refund what he has won from us?
"Well, Miss Bannerworth," he said, "what is all this I hear about an ugly dream you have had?" "A dream?" said Flora, as she fixed her beautiful eyes on his face. "Yes, as I understand." She shuddered, and was silent. "Was it not a dream, then?" added Mr. Chillingworth. She wrung her hands, and in a voice of extreme anguish and pathos, said, "Would it were a dream would it were a dream!
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