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"There is a frightful, a hideous solution of them; one which every consideration will tend to add strength to, one which I tremble to name now, although, yesterday, at this hour, I should have laughed it to scorn." "Indeed!" "Yes, it is so. Tell no one that which I am about to say to you. Let the dreadful suggestion remain with ourselves alone, Henry Bannerworth." "I I am lost in wonder."
Do not, Sir Francis Varney, crush that hope, even as it was budding forth; not for my own sake do I ask you for revelations; that may, perhaps must be painful for you; but for the sake of Flora Bannerworth, to whom you owe abundance of reparation." "No, no." "In the name of all that is great, and good, and just, I call upon you for justice." "What have I to do with such an invocation?
Bannerworth upon this sat down, but no sooner had she done so than she heartily regretted she had not rung the bell, for, before, another word could be spoken, there came too perceptibly upon their ears for there to be any mistake at all about it, a strange scratching noise upon the window outside. A faint cry came from Flora's lips, as she exclaimed, in a voice of great agony, "Oh, God! oh, God!
"It must have belonged to the coffin you seek." "What says it?" "Ye mortale remains of Marmaduke Bannerworth, Yeoman. God reste his soule. "It is the plate belonging to his coffin," said Henry, "and now our search is fruitless." "It is so, indeed," exclaimed George, "for how can we tell to which of the coffins that have lost the plates this one really belongs?"
But as it was the nature of the Bannerworth family always to incline to the most generous view of subjects, the frank, hearty confidence of the old admiral in Charles Holland pleased them better than the calm and serious doubting of Marchdale.
He knows Sir Francis Varney, and, if I mistake not, has found out the cause of that mysterious personage's great attachment to Bannerworth Hall, and has found the reasons so cogent, that he has got up an affection for it himself." "To me," said Henry, "all this is as incomprehensible as anything can possibly be. What on earth does it all mean?"
Moreover, it materially interfered with the proceedings of our medical friend, whose object was to watch the vampyre with all imaginable quietness and secrecy, in the event of his again visiting Bannerworth Hall. "Sir," he said, to the hangman, "now that you have so obligingly related to me your melancholy history, I will not detain you." "Oh, you are not detaining me."
It may be growing a little serious; but what of that? For the sake of that young girl, Flora Bannerworth, as well as for the sake of my nephew, Charles Holland, I will see the end of this affair, let it be what it may; but mind you, Mr. Chillingworth, if one man chooses to go upon a desperate service, that's no reason why he should ask another to do so." "I understand you," said Mr.
"It is a damning fact." "Well, it's unfortunate for me, I presume? Ah!" Varney gave a twinge of pain, as if some sudden bodily ailment had attacked him severely. "You are unwell, sir?" said Marchdale. "No, no no," he said; "I hurt my arm, and happened accidentally to touch the arm of this chair with it." "A hurt?" said Henry. "Yes, Mr. Bannerworth." "A a wound?"
There lay the being who had done almost enough to drive the beautiful Flora Bannerworth distracted the being who had compelled the Bannerworth family to leave their ancient house, to which they had been bound by every description of association.
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