Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to
make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. You’re mine. Her patience was waning fast. Surely it was a dream. I
should have gone mad without it. Amongst the
ring-leaders was Blueskin, whose swarthy features and athletic figure were
easily distinguished. . ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a
rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the
pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. "A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for
doubtful secrecy, when certain silence might be so cheaply procured.
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