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These companions', and he laid his hand on some of the books- 'have been good friends to me.

When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.

Death had given back part of her beauty, for her brow and cheeks had recovered some of their flowing lines.

This was manifestly a prig of the first water, and there was no use arguing with him.

It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?

I desire it much, nay I will take no refusal.

Did he get his brain fever, and then write all those terrible things, or had he some cause for it all? I suppose I shall never know, for I dare not open the subject to him. And yet that man we saw yesterday! He

When she saw my face at the window she threw herself forward, and shouted in a voice laden with menace, "Monster, give me my child!

How can he"—and he pointed at me with the same look and gesture as that with which once he pointed me out to his class, on, or rather after, a particular occasion which he never fails to remind me of—"know anything of a young ladies?

But now I am glad that I went into detail from the first, for there is something so strange about this place and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy.

I must regret that an attack of gout, from which malady I am a constant sufferer

Love has a modesty of its own, whose lines are boldly drawn, and whose rules are stern.

There was a pity in her eyes which gave me some comfort, though not much; a man whose soul is crying out for love does not want pity.

God preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced.

in doubt, and so have done the best thing I know of. I have written to my old friend and master, Professor Van Helsing, of Amsterdam

there was a dread loneliness in the place which chilled my heart and made my nerves tremble.

I passed to my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair has its own calms.

when the struggle for existence was so savage that no vitality which was not founded in a gigantic form could have even a possibility of survival.

I blush to think of her beholding my work, Verl confessed. So do we, Newel assured him.

What's the dog called?Jason asked. Feraclestinius Androbrelium Pathershin the Seventh. No, I meant his entire name.

Seth trotted over to Kendra. Bringing good luck as usual It was a weak pass okay

Please don't assault me with that meat amalgam. It would surely cause infection

I'm the worst kind of criminal. And what kind is that? The kind that got caught.

The good stupid is the brave kind. When there's a real reason behind. Bad stupid is everything else.