It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. “Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. When a mere child she fixed her
affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom her father brought up, and
who perished, it is supposed, about nine years ago; and she has determined to
remain faithful to his memory. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle
into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. You don’t know the thoughts we have; the things we can do and say. And so bitterly did the carpenter
reproach himself with his neglect, that he resolved, at all risks, to go back in
search of it. “Going to visit our little friend the vampire?”
“What?” He asked, incredulous. ” He uttered thoughtfully. It is bad
policy. .
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