With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my godโฆmy god What have I done?
Bram StokerAnd yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.
Bram StokerI have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
Bram StokerI am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
Bram StokerBeing proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isnโt at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life
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