God of Heaven! the figure moves." Henry's eyes were riveted to that fearful object, and now a scene presented itself which filled them all with wonder and astonishment, mingled with sensations of the greatest awe and alarm.
As the moonbeams, in consequence of the luminary rising higher and higher in the heavens, came to touch this figure that lay extended on the rising ground, a perceptible movement took place in it.

The limbs appeared to tremble, and although it did not rise up, the whole body gave signs of vitality.
"The vampyre--the vampyre!" said Mr.Marchdale.

"I cannot doubt it now.
We must have hit him last night with the pistol bullets, and the moonbeams are now restoring him to a new life." Henry shuddered, and even Mr.Chillingworth turned pale.

But he was the first to recover himself sufficiently to propose some course of action, and he said,-- "Let us descend and go up to this figure.

It is a duty we owe to ourselves as much as to society." "Hold a moment," said Mr.Marchdale, as he produced a pistol.