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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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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
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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Beautiful Beauty Fair Only Pure Soul Task World
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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Angel Day Good Hour Live Minute Read Tell Thing Women
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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Enter Fashion God Hand Heaven One Own Show Women
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
It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
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Matter Principles Resilience
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
It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
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Human Nature Really Resilience Wonderful
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
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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Friend Knowledge Memory Remember Should Stronger Trust Weaker
Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Believe Faculty Faith
Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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Free Heart Hope Man might Women
He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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Afford Before Century Man Mean Slow Succeed Wait
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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Hush Inquisitive Make Other Question Tell
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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Dream Fear Harmed Heart Horror
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 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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