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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

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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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Blood Feels Men Women
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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Century Deceive Kill Mere Modernity Old Own Power Sense Unless
The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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Angel Dark Important Nothing Restore Seem Sufficient Worth
He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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Mean Men Patience
Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for 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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Age All Effort Enlightenment Secret Silence Toil
A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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Brave Hands Itself Men
Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for 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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Believing Enlightened Men Wise
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 Diaries Feelings Shock Thought
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
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
We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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All Anchor Drift Faith Now Only Our Reward
Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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Allied Centralisation City Classification Closely Country
Enter freely and of your own free will!
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Count Dracula Free Will
You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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Love never Not Past So Tell Yourselves Youself
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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Beautiful Soul World
Enter freely and of your own free will!
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Enter Free Freely Own Will

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

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