What made that resemblance, too, one about which there could scarcely be two opinions, was the mark or cicatrix of a wound in the forehead, which the painter had slightly indented in the portrait, but which was much more plainly visible on the forehead of Sir Francis Varney.

Now that Henry observed this distinctive mark, which he had not done before, he could feel no doubt, and a sickening sensation came over him at the thought that he was actually now in the presence of one of those terrible creatures, vampyres.
"You do not drink," said Varney.

"Most young men are not so modest with a decanter of unimpeachable wine before them.

I pray you help yourself." "I cannot." Henry rose as he spoke, and turning to Marchdale, he said, in addition,-- "Will you come away ?" "If you please," said Marchdale, rising.
"But you have not, my dear sir," said Varney, "given me yet any answer about the Hall ?" "I cannot yet," answered Henry, "I will think.

My present impression is, to let you have it on whatever terms you may yourself propose, always provided you consent to one of mine." "Name it." "That you never show yourself in my family." "How very unkind.