“Mr. But
you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. ‘Parbleu, I hope that I do not have many more times to come in this way to
the house,’ she muttered fretfully. "I should be sorry to proceed to extremities," continued Sheppard, again raising
the pistol. ”
“Do you drink blood?” He stood up. Wild had escaped. Shy,
grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view. ” He meditated. Wood rest
till he brought the villains to justice.
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