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I 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.

Bram Stoker

But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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Effort Free Our Pledge Secret Set Silence Toil World
You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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Endless Figure Gate Guess Join Long Measurem Terrible Open
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
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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Been Long Master None Other So Still
Take me away from all this Death.
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All Away Death Talk
Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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Free Heart Hope Man might Women
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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Empty Feelings Woman World
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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Dear Heart Man Morning Night No Suffer Sweet
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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Beautiful Soul World
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
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Began Draw Gloom Red Remain Snow
Take me away from all this Death.
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Away Death Squad Take
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Beautiful Death Grey Pale
This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Belong Him Man Want
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
I 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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Eye Fall Image Lying Waxen
Whether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
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Crucifix Fear Ghostly Itself Lady Many Old Place Tradition

I 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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I 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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