Dracula

I think I must have fallen asleep and kept dreaming of the incident, for it seemed to be repeated endlessly, and now looking back, it is like a sort of awful nightmare.

seems to me that the fur­ther east you go the more un­punc­tual are the trains.

, what a wealth of sor­row in a few words! Poor Mrs. Westenra! poor Lucy!

The ap­proach of sun­set was so very beau­ti­ful, so grand in its masses of splen­didly-col­oured clouds, that there was quite an as­semblage on the walk along the cliff in the old church­yard to en­joy the beauty.

We are in Transylvania; and Transylvania is not Eng­land. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your ex­per­i­ences already, you know some­thing of what strange things there may be.

"She makes a very beautiful corpse, sir. It's quite a privilege to attend on her. It's not too much to say that she will do credit to our establishment!"

It seems to me that the further east you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China?

him to se­cure the best place on

to se­cure the best place on

May.—I found that my land­lord had got a let­ter from the Count, dir­ect­ing him to se­cure the best place on the coach for me; but on mak­ing in­quir­ies as to de­tails he seemed some­what reti­cent, and pre­ten­ded that he could not un­der­stand my Ger­man. This could not be true, be­cause up to then he had un­der­stood it per­fectly; at least, he answered my ques­tions ex­actly as if he did. He and his wife, the old lady who had re­ceived me, looked at each other in a frightened sort of way. He mumbled out t