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It is the sound of feet on, on they come; far overhead he hears them; they beat the green earth that sweet, verdant sod, which he may never see again with an impatient tread. Nearer and nearer still; and now they pause; he listens with all the intensity of one who listens for existence; some one comes; there is a lumbering noise a hasty footstep; he hears some one laboring for breath panting like a hunted hare; his door is opened, and there totters in a man, tall and gaunt; he reels like one intoxicated; fatigue has done more than the work of inebriation; he cannot save himself and he sinks exhausted by the side of that lonely prisoner.
The captive raises himself as far as his chains will allow him; he clutches the throat of his enervated visitor.
Villain, monster, vampyre! he shrieks, I have thee now; and locked in a deadly embrace, they roll upon the damp earth, struggling for life together.