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"Nay, nay; rouse yourself." "This man, Varney, is a vampyre." "Hush! hush!" "I tell you, Marchdale," cried Henry, in a wild, excited manner, "he is a vampyre. He is the dreadful being who visited Flora at the still hour of midnight, and drained the life-blood from her veins. He is a vampyre. There are such things. I cannot doubt now.
Marchdale, "if you had not been so well provided as you are with the means of getting a light. These matches, which I thought I had not with me, have been, in the hurry of departure, enclosed, you see, with the candles. Truly, I should have hunted for them at home in vain." Mr.
The ordinary little casualties of evil fortune had certainly from time to time, in the shape of illness, and one thing or another, attacked the family of the Bannerworths in common with every other family, but here suddenly had arisen a something at once terrible and inexplicable. He found Mr. Marchdale up and dressed, and apparently in deep and anxious thought. The moment he saw Henry, he said,
I have heard all sorts of yarns about what fellows have seen in one ocean and another; but this does beat them all to nothing." "It is monstrous," exclaimed Charles. There was a pause of some few moments' duration, and then Mr. Marchdale said, in a low voice,
"Good God!" exclaimed George, "and has this but added another damning proof, to those we have already on our minds, of one of the must dreadful superstitions that ever the mind of man conceived?" "It would seem so," said Marchdale, sadly. "Oh, that I were dead! This is terrible. God of heaven, why are these things?
He must be killed destroyed burnt, and the very dust to which he is consumed must be scattered to the winds of Heaven. It would be a deed well done, Marchdale." "Hush! hush! These words are dangerous." "I care not." "What if they were overheard now by unfriendly ears? What might not be the uncomfortable results? I pray you be more cautious what you say of this strange man." "I must destroy him."
West subsided in his seat with a dismal groan. Joel did not hear it. It is doubtful if he heard anything until several minutes later, when the pronouncement of his name awoke him from the lethargy into which he had fallen. "Masters scholarships to Joel March, Marchdale, Maine " "It's better than nothing, Joel," whispered Outfield. "It's fifty dollars, you know." But Joel made no reply.
"We shall arrive at no conclusion," said George. "All seems to have rotted away among those coffins where we might expect to find the one belonging to Marmaduke Bannerworth, our ancestor." "Here is a coffin plate," said Marchdale, taking one from the floor. He handed it to Mr. Chillingworth, who, upon an inspection of it, close to the light, exclaimed,
Chillingworth to attend in his professional capacity; he may be of service of great service to one of the principals; whereas, if he go in any other capacity, he will inevitably have his own safety to consult." "That is most unquestionably true," said Henry, "and, to my mind, the best plan that can be proposed. What say you, Admiral Bell, will you act with Mr. Marchdale in this affair?"
"Pursuit is useless there," said Henry. "It is enveloped in the deepest gloom." "I am not so unreasonable," remarked Mr. Chillingworth, "as to wish you to follow into such a place as that. I am confounded utterly by this affair." "And I," said Marchdale. "What on earth is to be done?"
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