“I truly am a vampire, John. She remembered abruptly that she was really living upon his money. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. She refused to eat. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. ' He muttered it continually. "Dead!" echoed the boy. . ” Her hand fell back into her lap. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. " "I shall go mad myself if I listen to her longer," said Jack, attempting to rise. . “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. It isn’t.
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