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Chapters (57)
  1. REGENCY ERA PRAISE FOR…
  2. MANSFIELD PARK AND MUMMIES:
  3. Dedication
  4. MANSFIELD PARK AND MUMMIES
  5. Chapter I
  6. Chapter II
  7. Chapter III
  8. Chapter IV
  9. Chapter V
  10. Chapter VI
  11. Chapter VII
  12. Chapter VIII
  13. Chapter IX
  14. Chapter X
  15. Chapter XI
  16. Chapter XII
  17. Chapter XIII
  18. Chapter XIV
  19. Chapter XV
  20. Chapter XVI
  21. Chapter XVII
  22. Chapter XVIII
  23. Chapter XIX
  24. Chapter XX
  25. Chapter XXI
  26. Chapter XXII
  27. Chapter XXIII
  28. Chapter XXIV
  29. Chapter XXV
  30. Chapter XXVI
  31. Chapter XXVII
  32. Chapter XXVIII
  33. Chapter XXIX
  34. Chapter XXX
  35. Chapter XXXI
  36. Chapter XXXII
  37. Chapter XXXIII
  38. Chapter XXXIV
  39. Chapter XXXV
  40. Chapter XXXVI
  41. Chapter XXXVII
  42. Chapter XXXVIII
  43. Chapter XXXIX
  44. Chapter XL
  45. Chapter XLI
  46. Chapter XLII
  47. Chapter XLIII
  48. Chapter XLIV
  49. Chapter XLV
  50. Chapter XLVI
  51. Chapter XLVII
  52. Chapter XLVIII
  53. APPENDIX
  54. APPENDIX 2
  55. Author’s After-Note
  56. About the Harridan
  57. Scholarly Footnotes

He looked at her sadly. “It had been my intent. At the ball, when madness took me as a result of your rejection, I raged, losing the last of my human self. . . . And then I recollected what it was I had loved in you. Unlike so many of the rest of us, you are a thing unbroken. And I could not bear to hurt you a moment longer. I left then, Fanny—Miss Price, as I must now once more call you, for I have no recourse to your dear name any more. I left, but I was not gone completely, for I could also not bear to be parted from you—not just yet. And thus, unknown to you, I watched you from a distance and from the shadows, and learned that your heart is truly changed—”

Miss Crawford interrupted him in that moment, with a furious “Ahem!” and a hiss. Her face was no longer radiant but terrifying. Fanny noted, with yet another measure of shock, that it had darkened and lost all of its rosy complexion, and Miss Crawford truly looked like an animated corpse. “Enough, long-dead, long-winded ancient!” the vampire exclaimed. “Your pretty attempt at rescue is foolish, and you have come to interfere yet again, something I will not tolerate!”

But Fanny was looking at him with a marveling expression. “You have delivered me,” she whispered. “It is true, she almost had me! A moment and I would have been in her dark embrace—”

“Upon my word! I intended no such thing!” protested Miss Crawford, but her lengthened fangs certainly belied her words.

“Forgive me, Miss Price,” he said, looking at Fanny only. “I had no intention of frightening you, or even letting you see me again—not after that evening when you saw me in all my horror and recoiled—as you justly ought. But I had to interfere. And now, I am once more to leave you, into the Shadow. For it is the one place I may now reside—a half-existence, while my spirit again malingers. Now, Miss Price, are you strong enough to remain with her? To be left alone?”

“I am,” said Fanny in a whisper. “I—”

He inclined his head in the lightest gentlemanly bow.

And then he was gone.

Fanny watched the empty place where he had been, and took several deep breaths. She then turned to Miss Crawford and said, calmly: “I beg you to retract your teeth, Miss Crawford. There shall be no embracing and no feeding tonight. You deceived me with the most horrid method imaginable—kindness. But not ever again.”