Even now those eyes are glaring on me so hidiously.

Oh, it is fearful--it is very fearful, Henry.

Do you not pity me, and no one will promise to remain with me at night." "Indeed, Flora, you are mistaken, for I intend to sit by your bedside armed, and so preserve you from all harm." She clutched his hand eagerly, as she said,-- "You will, Henry.

You will, and not think it too much trouble, dear Henry." "It can be no trouble, Flora." "Then I shall rest in peace, for I know that the dreadful vampyre cannot come to me when you are by-" "The what, Flora!" "The vampyre, Henry.

It was a vampyre." "Good God, who told you so ?" "No one.