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It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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Begun Century Just Over Revenge Side Spread Time
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Air Clear Rain Suppose
Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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Amn Black Clad Clean Foot Head Long Mustache Old Save Shaven Stood Tall
Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
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Dear Here Knew Laugh Matter Regard Strange Worth
Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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Castle Count Entrance Fix Left More Undead
It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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Enemies Mankind Safety Soul Willing
Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Believe Enable Faculty Faith Known Thing Untrue
I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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Always Animal Between Durability Look Obstacle Pronounce Some Thought Us Well Wild
Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
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Ever Heaven Men More Name Nothing Often Ordinary Possible Think
For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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Brain Come End Feel Must No Own Shock Undoing Unhinge
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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Away Blood Drawn Experience Feel Know Love Man No Own Women
Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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After Anything Between Light Love Selfish Shadow Stand Thing Throwm Balck
I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
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Choice Cry Even Just Laugh Same Sory Think
Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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Light Love Selfish
There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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Grow Idea Madness Method Mind Rudimentary
Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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Both Even Fall Harm Heart Horror Many Much She So Suffer Walk

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

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