Vampires vs. Werewolves – Ultimate Collection. Редьярд Джозеф Киплинг

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      "There is a frightful, a hideous solution of them; one which every consideration will tend to add strength to, one which I tremble to name now, although, yesterday, at this hour, I should have laughed it to scorn."

      "Indeed!"

      "Yes, it is so. Tell no one that which I am about to say to you. Let the dreadful suggestion remain with ourselves alone, Henry Bannerworth."

      "I—I am lost in wonder."

      "You promise me?"

      "What—what?"

      "That you will not repeat my opinion to any one."

      "I do."

      "On your honour."

      "On my honour, I promise."

      Mr. Marchdale rose, and proceeding to the door, he looked out to see that there were no listeners near. Having ascertained then that they were quite alone, he returned, and drawing a chair close to that on which Henry sat, he said—

      "Henry, have you never heard of a strange and dreadful superstition which, in some countries, is extremely rife, by which it is supposed that there are beings who never die."

      "Never die!"

      "Never. In a word, Henry, have you never heard of—of—I dread to pronounce the word."

      "Speak it. God of Heaven! let me hear it."

      "A vampyre!"

      Henry sprung to his feet. His whole frame quivered with emotion; the drops of perspiration stood upon his brow, as, in, a strange, hoarse voice, he repeated the words—

      "A vampyre!"

      "Even so; one who has to renew a dreadful existence by human blood—one who lives on for ever, and must keep up such a fearful existence upon human gore—one who eats not and drinks not as other men—a vampyre."

      Henry dropped into his seat, and uttered a deep groan of the most exquisite anguish.

      "I could echo that groan," said Marchdale, "but that I am so thoroughly bewildered I know not what to think."

      "Good God—good God!"

      "Do not too readily yield belief in so dreadful a supposition, I pray you."

      "Yield belief!" exclaimed Henry, as he rose, and lifted up one of his hands above his head. "No; by Heaven, and the great God of all, who there rules, I will not easily believe aught so awful and so monstrous."

      "I applaud your sentiment, Henry; not willingly would I deliver up myself to so frightful a belief—it is too horrible. I merely have told you of that which you saw was on my mind. You have surely before heard of such things."

      "I have—I have."

      "I much marvel, then, that the supposition did not occur to you, Henry."

      "It did not—it did not, Marchdale. It—it was too dreadful, I suppose, to find a home in my heart. Oh! Flora, Flora, if this horrible idea should once occur to you, reason cannot, I am quite sure, uphold you against it."

      "Let no one presume to insinuate it to her, Henry. I would not have it mentioned to her for worlds."

      "Nor I—nor I. Good God! I shudder at the very thought—the mere possibility; but there is no possibility, there can be none. I will not believe it."

      "Nor I."

      "No; by Heaven's justice, goodness, grace, and mercy, I will not believe it."

      "Tis well sworn, Henry; and now, discarding the supposition that Flora has been visited by a vampyre, let us seriously set about endeavouring, if we can, to account for what has happened in this house."

      "I—I cannot now."

      "Nay, let us examine the matter; if we can find any natural explanation, let us cling to it, Henry, as the sheet-anchor of our very souls."

      "Do you think. You are fertile in expedients. Do you think, Marchdale; and, for Heaven's sake, and for the sake of our own peace, find out some other way of accounting for what has happened, than the hideous one you have suggested."

      "And yet my pistol bullets hurt him not; he has left the tokens of his presence on the neck of Flora."

      "Peace, oh! peace. Do not, I pray you, accumulate reasons why I should receive such a dismal, awful superstition. Oh, do not, Marchdale, as you love me!"

      "You know that my attachment to you," said Marchdale, "is sincere; and yet, Heaven help us!"

      His voice was broken by grief as he spoke, and he turned aside his head to hide the bursting tears that would, despite all his efforts, show themselves in his eyes.

      "Marchdale," added Henry, after a pause of some moments' duration, "I will sit up to-night with my sister."

      "Do—do!"

      "Think you there is a chance it may come again?"

      "I cannot—I dare not speculate upon the coming of so dreadful a visitor, Henry; but I will hold watch with you most willingly."

      "You will, Marchdale?"

      "My hand upon it. Come what dangers may, I will share them with you, Henry."

      "A thousand thanks. Say nothing, then, to George of what we have been talking about. He is of a highly susceptible nature, and the very idea of such a thing would kill him."

      "I will; be mute. Remove your sister to some other chamber, let me beg of you, Henry; the one she now inhabits will always be suggestive of horrible thoughts."

      "I will; and that dreadful-looking portrait, with its perfect likeness to him who came last night."

      "Perfect indeed. Do you intend to remove it?"

      "I do not. I thought of doing so; but it is actually on the panel in the wall, and I would not willingly destroy it, and it may as well remain where it is in that chamber, which I can readily now believe will become henceforward a deserted one in this house."

      "It may well become such."

      "Who comes here? I hear a step."

      There was a tip at the door at this moment, and George made his appearance in answer to the summons to come in. He looked pale and ill; his face betrayed how much he had mentally suffered during that night, and almost directly he got into the bed-chamber he said—

      "I shall, I am sure, be censured by you both for what I am going to say; but I cannot help saying it, nevertheless, for to keep it to myself would destroy me."

      "Good God, George! what is it?" said Mr. Marchdale.

      "Speak it out!" said Henry.

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