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.

"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!"

, 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.

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

Szekelys—and the Drac­ula as their heart’s blood, their brains, and their swords—can boast a re­cord that mush­room growths like the Haps­burgs and the Ro­man­offs can never reach.

I had now an op­por­tun­ity of ob­serving him, and found him of a very marked physiognomy.

His face was a strong—a very strong—aquil­ine, with high bridge of the thin nose and pe­cu­li­arly arched nos­trils; with lofty domed fore­head, and hair grow­ing scantily round the temples but pro­fusely else­where. His eye­brows were very massive, al­most meet­ing over the nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own pro­fu­sion.

when he kissed me, and drew me to him with his poor weak hands, it was like a very sol­emn pledge between us. …