The
dismal tolling of St. Part 2
She found the younger generation of the Widgetts engaged in languid
reminiscences, and all, as they expressed it, a “bit decayed. ’
‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. . I'll lay my life he's gone. ‘Oh, ah. Her blood spurted into his
mouth and he drank. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out
Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation,
situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this
quarter, to admit such a supposition. “Why just take her limbs? Why not poison her, like
me?”
“Because, if you remember, she turned me into a
vampire.
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