We ran down after him. Both men were rolling in the sand. The contents of the portfolio were scattered all about. On one sheet, sketched with a crayon, was the head of the young Polish girl, her eyes closed and a wreath of myrtle on her brow.
THE END
Varney the Vampire, or, the Feast of Blood
(Thomas Peckett Prest and James Malcolm Rymer)
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VOLUME 1