Chapter 11 to 16

• I took them all away and opened a bit of the window to let in a little fresh air. You will be pleased with her, I am sure.
• all unknowing...we must not tell her, we must not even warn her, or she die, and then both die
• Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters not; we fight him all the same.
• I shall provide.....again some return of colour to the ashy cheeks, and the regular breathing of healthy sleep.
• when he sees a big grey dog comin' out through the garding hedges
• (Renfield) He was lying on his belly on the floor licking up like a dog, the blood which had fallen from my wounded wrist......The blood is the life! the blood is the life!
• in the aperture of the broken panes there was the head of a great gaunt grey wolf.
• The room all seemed to spin round. I kept my eyes fixed on the window, but the wolf drew his head back, and a whole myriad of little specks seemed to come blowing in through the broken window, and wheeling and circling round like the pillar of dust that travellers describe when there is a simoon in the desert.
• dear mother's poor body....for her dear heart had ceased to beat
• They all four lay on the floor, breathing heavily.....It smelt of laudanum....I found that the bottle which mother's doctor uses for her...was empty!
• Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.
• The air seems full of specks, floating and circling in the draught from the window....the light burn blue and dim....Gor shiels me from harm this night!
• Good-bye, dear Arthur, if I should not survive this night. God keep you, dear, and God help me!
• On the bed lay two women, Lucy and her mother.....and her throat was bare, showing the two little wounds which we had noticed before, but looking horribly white and mangled.
• A brave man's blood is the best thing on this earth when a woman is in trouble...God sends us men when we want them.
• One of those big bats they call vampires had got at her in the night
• Her teeth, in the dim, uncertain light, seemed longer and sharper than they had been in the morning.
• Lucy had moved slightly, and had torn away the garlic flowers from her throat....the wounds on her throat had absolutely disappeared
• her eyes, which were now dull and hard at once, and said in a soft, voluptuous voice, such as I had never heard from her lips: 'Arthur! Oh, my love, I am so glad you have come! Kiss me!'
• Death had given her back some of her beauty, for her brow and cheeks had recovered some of their flowing lines; even the lips had lost their deathly pallor.
• She makes a very beautiful corpse....I want you to cut off her head and take out her heart
• I am always anxious about Johnathan...I turned to him quickly and asked what it was that disturbed him....he gazed at a tall, thin man, who was also observing the pretty girl.
• his big white teeth, that looked all the whiter because his lips were so red, were pointed like an animal's....I believe it is the Count, but he has grown young.
• The moment we were alone in the carriage he gave way to a regular fit of hysterics.....he cried till he laughed again; and laughed and cried together, just as a women does.
• Then this so sweet maid is a polyandrist....even I, who am faithful husband to this now-no-wife, am bigamist.
• young children straying from home....a 'bloofer lady' has asked him to come for a walk
• The wounds seem such as might be made by a rat or a small dog
• there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very men who discovered electricity- who would themselves not so long before have been burned as wizards.
• Can you tell me why.....bats that come out at night and open the veins of cattle and horses and suck dry their veins.....bats which hang on trees all day...describe as like giant nuts or pods...flit down on them, and then in the morning are found dead men
• They were made by Miss Lucy!
• She was, if possible, more radiantly beautiful than ever; and I could not believe that she was dead
• She was bitten by the vampire when she was in a trance, sleep-walking...In trance she died, and in trance she is Un-Dead too...I must kill her in her sleep
• Lucy Westenra, but yet how changed. The sweetness turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness
• unclean and full of hell-fire.....her eyes blazed with unholy light, and the face became wretched with a voluptuous smile.
• My arms are hungry for you...we can rest together
• There was something diabolically sweet in her tones- something of the tingling of glass when struck
• the coils of Medusa's snakes...the passion masks of the Greeks and Japanese. If ever a face meant death- if looks could kill- we s\aw it at that moment.
• The Thing in the coffin writhed; and a hideous, blood-curdling screech came from the opened red lips....He looked like a figure of Thor as his untrembling arm rose and fell
• Lucy as we had seen her in her life, with her face of unequalled sweetness and purity...No longer is she the devil's UN-Dead. She is God's true dead, whose soul is with Him!
• And then begins our great quest.