Varney the Vampire - Or the Feast of Blood by Thomas Preskett Prest
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"Certainly not."
"Then why do you ask me such questions?" "But the glaring facts of the case." "I don't care if they were ten times more glaring, I won't believe it. I would rather believe you were all mad, the whole family of you--that at the full of the moon you all were a little cracked." "And so would I." "You go home now, and I will call and see your sister in the course of two hours. Something may turn up yet, to throw some new light upon this strange subject." With this understanding Henry went home, and he took care to ride as fast as before, in order to avoid questions, so that he got back to his old ancestral home without going through the disagreeable ordeal of having to explain to any one what had disturbed the peace of it. When Henry reached his home, he found that the evening was rapidly coming on, and before he could permit himself to think upon any other subject, he inquired how his terrified sister had passed the hours during his absence. He found that but little improvement had taken place in her, and that she had occasionally slept, but to awaken and speak incoherently, as if the shock she had received had had some serious affect upon her nerves. He repaired at once to her room, and, finding that she was awake, he |
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