I am quite sure.

Take me from his hideous presence, Charles." "The young lady, I fear, is very much indisposed," remarked Sir Francis Varney, in a sympathetic tone of voice.

"If she will accept of my arm, I shall esteem it a great honour." "No--no--no!--God! no," cried Flora.
"Madam, I will not press you." He bowed, and Charles led Flora from the summer-house towards the hall.
"Flora," he said, "I am bewildered--I know not what to think.

That man most certainly has been fashioned after the portrait which is on the panel in the room you formerly occupied; or it has been painted from him." "He is my midnight visitor!" exclaimed Flora.

"He is the vampyre;--this Sir Francis Varney is the vampyre." "Good God! What can be done ?" "I know not.