Varney the Vampire - Or the Feast of Blood by Thomas Preskett Prest
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"You certainly are not." "And yet, I never in all my life was so absolutely staggered as I have been by the occurrences of to-night." "Say on." "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." "You promise me?" "What--what?" "That you will not repeat my opinion to any one." "I do." "On your honour." |
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