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?

I felt a little strangely, and not a little frightened. I think had there been any al­tern­at­ive I should have taken it, in­stead of pro­sec­ut­ing that un­known night jour­ney.

but a cloak was thrown over my shoulders, and a rug across my knees, and the driver said in ex­cel­lent Ger­man:―

“The night is chill, mein Herr, and my mas­ter the Count bade me take all care of you. There is a flask of slivovitz (the plum brandy of the coun­try) un­der­neath the seat, if you should re­quire it.”

As he spoke he smiled, and the lamp­light fell on a hard-look­ing mouth, with very red lips and sharp-look­ing teeth, as white as ivory.