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Chapter One (2)
āa pair of very bright eyes, which seemed red in the lamplightā
āhard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivoryā
Chapter Two (3)
āa great door, old and studded with large iron nailsā
āpeculiarly sharp white teethā, ānails were long and fine, and cut to a sharp pointā, āhairs in the centre of the palmā
āblood was trickling over my chinā
Chapter Three (3)
āsapphiresā, āpearlsā, ārubyā
āin my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lipsā
ātransformed with fury, the white teeth champing with rage, and the fair cheeks blazing with passionā
Chapter Four (3)
āold, ruined chapelā, āgraveyardā, āroof was brokenā
āon the lips were gouts of fresh bloodā
āblaze of basilisk horror. The sight seemed to paralyse me, and the shovel turned in my hand and glanced from the faceā
Chapter Five (3)
āpractising short hand very assiduouslyā, āI shall be able to be useful to Jonathanā
āWhy canāt they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want herā
āWonāt you give me one kiss? Itāll be something to keep off the darknessā
Chapter Six (1)
āher cheeks are lovely rose pinkā
Chapter Seven (1)
āthe lately glassy sea was like a roaring and devouring monsterā
Chapter Eight (3)
āsomething long and black, bending over the half-reclining white figureā
āwhite face and red, gleaming eyesā
āroses in her cheeks are fadingā
Chapter Ten (4)
āShe was ghastly, chalkily pale: the red seemed to have gone even from her lips and gumsā
āNow, little miss, here is your medicine. Drink it off, like a good childā
āHe is so young and strong and of blood so pureā
āgreat bundle of white flowersā
Chapter Eleven (3)
ālying like Opheliaā
āroom was awfully stuffyā, āhorrible, strong-smelling flowersā, āheavy odourā, āI took them all awayā
āa crash at the windowā
Chapter Twelve (3)
āteeth, which thus looked positively longer and sharperā
āLucy had [ā¦] torn away the garlic flowersā
āa spasm as of rage flit like a shadow over her face; the sharp teeth champedā
Chapter Thirteen (2)
āHe was very pale, and his eyes seemed bulging out as, half in terror and half in amazement, he gazed at a tall, thin man, with a beaky nose and black moustacheā
āchildren [ā¦] have been slightly torn or wounded in the throatā, āterribly weak, and looked quite emaciatedā
Chapter Fourteen (1)
āhe came to London with its teeming millionā
Chapter Sixteen (5)
āLucyās eyes unclean and full of hell-fireā, āher eyes blazed with unholy lightā, ācallous as a devilā
ālips were crimson with fresh blood, and that the stream had trickled over her chin and stained the purity of her lawn-death robeā
āhe struck with all his mightā, āThe body shook and quivered and twisted in wild contortionsā āgreat drops of sweat sprang out on his forehead, and his breath came in broken gaspsā
āface of unequalled sweetness and purityā, āholy calm that lay like sunshine over the wasted faceā
āshe is not a grinning devil now - not any more a foul Thing for all eternityā
Chapter Seventeen (2)
āpearl among womenā
āwith a sob he laid his head on my shoulderā, ācried llike a wearied childā, āshook with emotionā
Chapter Eighteen (3)
āShe has manās brainā
āa blot on the face of Godās sunshine; an arrow in the side of Him who died for manā
āwe have resources of scienceā, ātradition and superstition - are everythingā
Chapter Nineteen (4)
āSomewhere, looking out from the shadow, I seemed to see the high lights of the Countās evil face, the ridge of the nose, the red eyes, the red lips, the awful pallorā
āsilver whistleā, āyelping of dogsā, ālifting their noses, began to howlā
āthin streak of mist that crept with almost imperceptible slowness across the grass towards the houseā
ālight of the gas shining like a red eyeā, ālivid white face bending over meā
Chapter Twenty-One (3)
āwhite-clad figure of his wifeā, ātall, thin man, clad in blackā
āright hand gripped her by the back of the neck, forcing her face down on his bosomā
āopened a vein in his breastā, āpressed my mouth to the woundā, āblood which smeared her lips and cheeks and chinā
Chapter Twenty-Two (2)
āOn your forehead I touch this piece of Sacred Wafer in the name of the Father, the Son, and āā
āUnclean! Unclean! Even the Almighty shuns my polluted fleshā
Chapter Twenty-Three (2)
ādrawn, haggard old manā, āwhite hairā, āhollow burning eyesā, āgrief-written linesā
āto wipe out this brute from the face of creation. I would sell my soul to do itā
Chapter Twenty-Four (3)
āhorrid poison that has got into her veinsā
āVampireās baptism of bloodā
āit will take her [ā¦] at least three weeks to reach Varna; but we can travel overland to the same place in three daysā
Chapter Twenty-Five (2)
āThere is a posion in my blood, in my soulā
āWe left Charing Cross on the morning of the 12th, got to Paris the same nightā
Chapter Twenty-Seven (2)
āthe eyes saw the sinking sun, and the look of hate in them turned to triumph. But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathanās great knifeā
āthe whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sightā
Note (2)
āSeven years ago we all went through the flamesā
āThe castle stood as before, reared high above a waste of desolationā