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nables those who have taken part in it to talk of their exploits, and of their dangers, which is pleasant to do, and to hear in the ale-house, and by the inglenook in the winter. However, when a few had gone some distance, others followed, when they saw them enter the place in safety: and at length the whole ruins were covered with living men, and not a few women, who seemed necessary to make up the elements of mischief in this case. There were some shouting and hallooing from one to the other as they hurried about the ruins. At length they had explored the ruins nearly all over, when one man, who had stood a few minutes upon a spot, gazing intently upon something, suddenly exclaimed,-- "Hilloa! hurrah! here we are, altogether,--come on,--I've found him,--I've found--recollect it's me, and nobody else has found,--hurrah!" Then, with a wild kind of frenzy, he threw his hat up into the air, as if to attract attention, and call others round him, to see what it was he had found. "What's the matter, Bill?" exclaimed one who came up to him, and who had been close at hand. "The matter? why, I've found him; that's the matter, old man," replied the first. "What, a whale? "No, a wampyre; the blessed wampyre! there he is,--don't you see him under them ere bricks?" "Oh, that's not him; he got away." "I don't care," replied the other, "who got away, or who didn't; I know this much, that he's a wampyre,--he wouldn't be there if he warn't." This was an unanswerable argument, and nobody could deny it; consequently, there was a cessation of talk, and the people then came up, as the two first were looking at the body. "Whose is it?" inquired a dozen voices. [Illustration] "Not Sir Francis Varney's!" said the second speaker; the clothes are not his--" "No, no; not Sir Francis's" "But I tell you what, mates," said the first speaker; "that if it isn't Sir Francis Varney's, it is somebody else's as bad. I dare say, now, he's a wictim." "A what!" "A wictim to the wampyre; and, if he sees the blessed moonlight, he will be a wampyre hisself, and so shall we be, too, if he puts his teeth into us." "So we shall,--so we shall," said the mob, and their flesh begin to run cold, and there was a feeling of horror creeping over the whole body of persons within hearing. "I tell you what it is; our only plan will be to get him out of the ruins, then, remarked another. "What!" said one; "who's going t
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