Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
BRAM STOKERI saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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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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But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
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And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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