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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.

Bram Stoker

Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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All Assurance Past Safety Thing
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
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Air All Clear Cry Does Good Other Suppose Time
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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Arm Comprehensive Gigantic Hear Mouth Radiating Shallow Tentaculae
I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Cracks Nuts Standing
Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
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Always Come Door Keep Laughter Like Person Suitability
Enter freely and of your own free will!
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Enter Free Freely Own Will
Despair has its own calms.
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Calm Despair Own
I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Crack Hard Nut Stand Take Up
Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
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Conquer Fault People Perhaps Person Same Some Themselves Way
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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All Sea Congress Dare Doubt Fear Own Soul Strange Thing Think Wonde
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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Feet Men Mustache White
I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
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Bessie Country End Girl Last Peace Place Poor Shoot Well
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 am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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Air Build Castle Freely Long Sea Talk Together
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Own Place Sleep

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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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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