Seeing the gentleman leaning over Parker, seeing his face, his fangs, the blood, I screamed an oath.
I screamed, got meself up and gone so fast I left my hat.
I ran the dark, damp cobblestones, not able to think. I ran me straight home and once inside, I lost me sense, for the next thing was me in bed, and old Marm asking what happened, and me not even able to talk.
Someone got grog and after a few swallows I did tell them what I’d seen.