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"Then from that moment the idea that I had a sort of charmed life came across me, and I walked about with an impression that such was the case, until I came across a man who said that he was a Hungarian, and who was full of strange stories of vampyres.
He had, from his knowledge, which was no doubt accurate and complete, of what had been done, a good idea of what his own fate would be, were he to fall into the hands of that ferocious multitude, each individual composing which, felt a conviction that there would be no peace, nor hope of prosperity or happiness, on the place, until he, the arch vampyre of all the supposed vampyres, was destroyed.
"You are a wretch a confounded lubberly boy a swab a d d bad grampus." "You mistake, uncle." "No, I don't. God bless you, Charles, you shall have her if a whole ship's crew of vampyres said no, you shall have her. Let me see her just let me see her." The admiral gave his lips a vigorous wipe with his sleeve, and Charles said hastily,
"Well, I don't know; somehow, it don't look so rum." "Does it look fresher?" "Well, somehow or another, now you mention it, it's very odd, but it does." "Enough," cried the man who had questioned him, with considerable excitement of manner. "Neighbours, are we to have our wives and our children scared to death by vampyres?" "No no!" cried everybody.
"There is but one plan Sir Francis Varney must be found, and put out of the world in such a manner that he can't come back to it again; and all those who are dead that we have any suspicion of, should be taken up out of their graves and looked at, to see if they're rotting or not; if they are it's all right; but, if they look fresh and much, as usual, you may depend they're vampyres, and no mistake."
So it makes our churchyards to be worse haunted than they were formerly believed to be by ghosts, and, I may add, vampyres, in consequence of the dead continually rising from them in this unpleasant manner.
George Bannerworth coming to my house." "Yes," said George, "and Mr. Chillingworth has something to tell us of a nature confirmatory of our own suspicions." "It is strange," said Henry; "but any piece of news, come it from what quarter it may, seems to be confirmatory, in some degree or another, of that dreadful belief in vampyres." "Why," said the doctor, "when Mr.
Look at this fellow in whom conscience is operating so that he appears like a corked volcano! You can see that he takes Austrian money; his skin has got to be the exact colour of Munz. He has the greenish-yellow eyes of those elective, thrice-abhorred vampyres who feed on patriot-blood. He is condemned without trial by his villanous countenance, like an ungrammatical preface to a book.
"Do not suppose that any change of fortune has produced the scene you were witness to." "Then, what else?" "I will tell you, Holland. In all your travels, and in all your reading, did you ever come across anything about vampyres?" "About what?" cried Charles, drawing his chair forward a little. "About what?"
"So much the better for the town," said another; "for, what with vampyres and riots, there has been but little else stirring than mischief and disturbances of one kind and another." "Yes; and, what between Varneys and Bannerworths, we have had but little peace here." "Precisely. Do you know it's my opinion that the least thing would upset the whole town.
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