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?

There is through­out no state­ment of past things wherein memory may err, for all the re­cords chosen are ex­actly con­tem­por­ary, given from the stand­points and within range of know­ledge of those who made them.

It is only when a man feels him­self face to face with such hor­rors that he can un­der­stand their true im­port.

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