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"Ah," he said, as he came up, "I see you have been to Sir Francis Varney's, if I may judge from the direction whence you're coming, and your proximity." "Yes, we have," said Mr. Chillingworth. "I thought you had left these parts?" "I had intended to do so," replied Marchdale; "but second thoughts are sometimes best, you know." "Certainly."
This was a state of things which continued for many minutes, and then the body showed evident symptoms of so much returning animation, that it was about to rise from his gory bed and mingle once again with the living. "Behold!" said Marchdale "behold!" "Heaven have mercy upon us!" "It is as I said; the beams of the moon have revived the vampyre. You perceive now that there can be no doubt."
Marchdale, stepping between the excited men, "is carried away by his feelings, and knows not what he says. You will look upon it in that light, Sir Francis." "We need no interference," exclaimed Varney, his hitherto bland voice changing to one of fury. "The hot blooded fool wishes to fight, and he shall to the death to the death." "And I say he shall not," exclaimed Mr.
Henry rushed up the staircase, followed by George and Mr. Marchdale, nor paused he once until he reached the room of his sister. "Mother," he said, before he crossed the threshold, "are you here?" "I am, my dear I am. Come in, pray come in, and speak to poor Flora." "Come in, Mr. Marchdale," said Henry "come in; we make no stranger of you." They all then entered the room.
You believe these letters forgeries?" "I do." "And that the disappearance of Charles Holland is enforced, and not of his own free will?" "I do." "Then you may rely upon my unremitting exertions night and day to find him and any suggestion you can make, which is likely to aid in the search, shall, I pledge myself, be fully carried out." "I thank you, Mr. Marchdale."
We know the locality as well as he can possibly, and I propose now that we commence an active search." "Come on, then," said Marchdale. "We are all armed; and I, for one, shall feel no hesitation in taking the life, if it be possible to do so, of that strange being." "Of that possibility you doubt?" said George, as they hurried on across the meadows. "Indeed I do, and with reason too.
His failure the year before had only strengthened his determination to win this time; and win he did, and was a very proud and happy lad when the lists were read and the name of "Joel March, Marchdale, Maine," led all the rest.
The attack was so sudden and so utterly unexpected, that Marchdale was thrown backwards, and the dagger wrested from his grasp, during the first impulse which Charles Holland had thrown into his attack.
Bannerworth, there came one to the hall, who desired to see the widow. That one was Mr. Marchdale.
"No, let him go, he doubts Charles Holland; let all go who doubt Charles Holland. Mr. Marchdale, Heaven forgive you this injustice you are doing. We may never meet again. Farewell, sir!" These words were spoken in so decided a tone, that no one contradicted them. Marchdale cast a strange kind of look round upon the family circle, and in another instant he was gone.
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