‘She won’t like it,’ prophesied the captain gloomily. "A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. I've seen many cases like it. Throwing the blanket over his left arm and shouldering the iron bar, he again clambered up the chimney; regained the Red Room; hurried along the first passage; crossed the Chapel; threaded the entry to the Lower Leads; and, in less than ten minutes after quitting the Castle, had reached the northern extremity of the prison. “Why just take her limbs? Why not poison her, like me?” “Because, if you remember, she turned me into a vampire.
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