Varney the Vampire eBook

Thomas Peckett Prest
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,239 pages of information about Varney the Vampire.

Varney the Vampire eBook

Thomas Peckett Prest
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,239 pages of information about Varney the Vampire.

“I know well,” he muttered, as he walked among the shadow of the ruins, “that Marchdale’s reasoning is coldly and horribly correct, when he says that there is danger in setting this youth free; but, I am about to leave this place, and not to show myself for some time, and I cannot reconcile myself to inflicting upon him the horror of a death by starvation, which must ensue.”

It was a night of more than usual dullness, and, as Sir Francis Varney removed the massy stone, which hid the narrow and tortuous entrance to the dungeons, a chilly feeling crept over him, and he could not help supposing, that even then Marchdale might have played him false, and neglected to supply the prisoner food, according to his promise.

Hastily he descended to the dungeons, and with a step, which had in it far less of caution, than had usually characterised his proceedings, he proceeded onwards until he reached that particular dungeon, in which our young friend, to whom we wished so well, had been so long confined from the beautiful and cheering light of day, and from all that his heart’s best affections most cling to.

“Speak,” said Sir Francis Varney, as he entered the dungeon—­“If the occupant of this dreary place live, let him answer one who is as much his friend as he has been his enemy.”

“I have no friend,” said Charles Holland, faintly; “unless it be one who would come and restore me to liberty.”

“And how know you that I am not he?”

“Your voice sounds like that of one of my persecutors.  Why do you not place the climax to your injuries by at once taking away life.  I should be better pleased that you would do so, than that I should wear out the useless struggle of existence in so dreary and wretched an abode as this.”

“Young man,” said Sir Francis Varney, “I have come to you on a greater errand of mercy than, probably, you will ever give me credit for.  There is one who would too readily have granted your present request, and who would at once have taken that life of which you profess to be so wearied; but which may yet present to you some of its sunniest and most beautiful aspects.”

“Your tones are friendly,” said Charles; “but yet I dread some new deception.  That you are one of those who consigned me by stratagem, and by brute force, to this place of durance, I am perfectly well assured, and, therefore, any good that may be promised by you, presents itself to me in a very doubtful character.”

“I cannot be surprised,” said Sir Francis Varney, “at such sentiments arising from your lips; but, nevertheless, I am inclined to save you.  You have been detained here because it was supposed by being so, a particular object would be best obtained by your absence.  That object, however has failed, notwithstanding, and I do not feel further inclined to protract your sufferings.  Have you any guess as to the parties who have thus confined you?”—­“I am unaccustomed to dissemble, and, therefore I will say at once that I have a guess.”

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