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Remember, we dare not kill him." "He ought to be smothered," said the admiral. "It is true," remarked Henry, "we dare not, even holding all the terrible suspicions we do, take his life." "By foul means certainly not," said Charles, "were he ten times a vampyre. I cannot, however, believe that he is so invulnerable as he is represented." "No one represents him here," said Marchdale.
"One cannot help one's impression and feelings," said Charles; "but I am willing to take Mr. Marchdale's hand." "And I yours, young sir," said Marchdale, "in all sincerity of spirit, and with good will towards you." They shook hands; but it required no conjuror to perceive that it was not done willingly or cordially.
Flora had promised George that she would return immediately to the house, but when, in compliance with the call of Henry, George and Marchdale had left her alone, she felt so agitated and faint that she began to cling to the trellis work of the little building for a few moments before she could gather strength to reach the mansion.
The flashing of lights from the corridor came into the room, and in another minute, just as Henry succeeded in getting the window wide open, and Charles Holland had made his way on to the balcony, both George Bannerworth and Mr. Marchdale entered the chamber, eager to know what had occurred. To their eager questions Henry replied,
Sir Francis Varney looked after him with a strange kind of smile, as he walked away to make the necessary preparation with Marchdale for the immediate commencement of the contest. These were simple and brief.
Flora herself trembled, and was of a death-like paleness; once or twice she passed her hand across her brow, and altogether she presented a picture of much mental suffering. They now conversed in anxious whispers, and almost all they said consisted in anxious wishes for the return of the brothers and Mr. Marchdale. "You will be happier and more assured, my dear, with some company," said Mrs.
Marchdale wished to go out for about a couple of hours in the evening after dark, if she felt sufficiently well to feel a sense of security without them. Flora changed colour, and slightly trembled, and then, as if ashamed of her fears, she said, "Go, go; I will not detain you. Surely no harm can come to me in presence of my mother."
"You guessed we should come this way? "Yes, and so it turns out, really. It is unquestionably your most direct route to the church." "I think I will go back," said Mr Marchdale. "Back!" exclaimed the doctor; "what for?" "I forgot the means of getting lights. We have candles, but no means of lighting them." "Make yourselves easy on that score," said Mr. Chillingworth.
Marchdale, look at that portrait." He pointed to the portrait in the frame to which we have alluded, and the moment Marchdale looked at it he sunk into a chair as he exclaimed, "Gracious Heaven, how like!" "It is it is," said Henry. "Those eyes " "And see the contour of the countenance, and the strange shape of the mouth." "Exact exact." "That picture shall be moved from here.
This was to be ascertained; but now, after traversing the whole length of the wall twice, they came to a halt, and looked wonderingly in each other's faces. "There is nothing here," said Harry. "Nothing," added his brother. "It could not have been a delusion," at length said Mr. Marchdale, with a shudder. "A delusion?" exclaimed the brother! "That is not possible; we all saw it."
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