She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. He was an old, skilled vampire. “Etherialized monkey,” she said. Crossing them, he ascended an eminence, which, from its singular shape, seems to have been the site of a Roman encampment, and which commands a magnificent prospect. The pistol fell to the floor.
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