The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. “I’m a vampire. "Do you not know me, father?" said the young man, advancing towards him, and warmly grasping his hand. She stared at him. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. Luckily, Mrs. Gerald lifted an eyebrow. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me.
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