There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. Arrived there, the porter thundered at the massive door of the Lodge, which was instantly opened—Shotbolt's note having been received just before. He had fallen off when trying to tie down his aluminum paint ladder. His heart beat wildly and he was afraid lest the strain be too much; but the girl shook her head and smiled and pointed to the top of the mountain. ‘It’s my belief she is a nun. "What has put it into your head that your son yet lives?" he asked. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. He warned her that it drove most men mad and that the process for choosing another to become a vampire was lengthy and protracted with good reason. She was not obliged to go to the Tredgold College, because as yet the College had not settled down for the session. "Are you his ghost, then?" "No—no," answered Jack.
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