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?

The road was rugged, but still we seemed to fly over it with a fe­ver­ish haste. I could not un­der­stand then what the haste meant, but the driver was evid­ently bent on los­ing no time in reach­ing Borgo Prund

This was not very pleas­ant for me, just start­ing for an un­known place to meet an un­known man; but every­one seemed so kind­hearted, and so sor­row­ful, and so sym­path­etic that I could not but be touched.

When we star­ted, the crowd round the inn door, which had by this time swelled to a con­sid­er­able size, all made the sign of the cross and poin­ted two fin­gers to­wards me. With some dif­fi­culty I got a fel­low-pas­sen­ger to tell me what they meant; he would not an­swer at first, but on learn­ing that I was Eng­lish, he ex­plained that it was a charm or guard against the evil eye.