Henry, I sometimes fancy I am in the tomb, and that some one is feasting on my flesh.

They do say, too, that those who in life have been bled by a vampyre, become themselves vampyres, and have the same horrible taste for blood as those before them.

Is it not horrible ?" "You only vex yourself by such thoughts, Flora.

Mr.Chillingworth is coming to see you." "Can he minister to a mind diseased ?" "But yours is not, Flora.

Your mind is healthful, and so, although his power extends not so far, we will thank Heaven, dear Flora, that you need it not." She sighed deeply, as she said,-- "Heaven help me! I know not, Henry.