Chapter 17 to 22

• I suppose one aught to pity anything so hunted as the Count
• (Lord Godalming) He grew quite hysterical...with a sob he laid his head on my shoulder, and cried like a wearied child, whilst he shook with emotion
• She has a man's brain...and a woman's heart'
• she must not have to do with this so terrible affair... is no part for a woman...her heart may fail her
• The vampire live on, and cannot die by the mere passing of time
• he can fatten on the blood of the living...grow even younger...flourish without this diet...never see him eat
• he throws no shadow, he make in the mirror no reflect...has the strength of many in his hand...can transform himself to wolf...he can be as bat
• (Renfield) Send me away how you will and where you will...but let me go out of this...take me out of this and save my soul from guilt!
• Remember that he has the strength of twenty men
• Mina...she looks paler than usual...for a few seconds she did not recognise me
• Some leaden lethargy seemed to chain my limbs and even my will. I lay still and endured
• Things began to whirl through my brain just as the cloudy column was now whirling in the room
• (Renfield) His moods have so followed the doings of the Count, that the coming destruction of the monster may be carried to him in some subtle way.
• I found him lying on the floor...in a glittering pool of blood...horribly bruised...beaten against the floor
• All these lives will I give you, ay, and many more and greater, through countless ages, if you will fall down and worship me!
• a tall, thin man, clad in black...his right hand gripped her by the back of the neck, forcing her face down on his bosom
• Her white nightdress was smeared with blood ...the two had a terrible resemblance to a child forcing a kitten's nose into a saucer of milk to compel it to drink
• Unclean, unclean! I must touch him or kiss him no more
• I who am now his worst enemy
• I was bewildered, and, strangely enough, i did not want to hinder him.
• Me who commanded nations...I was countermining them...flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for a while
• pressed my mouth to the wound, so that I must either suffocate or swallow some of the- Oh, my God, my God!
• her eyes shone with the devotion of a martyr...if I find in myself...a sign of harm to any that I love, I shall die!
• Unclean! Unclean!...I must bear this mark of shame upon my forehead until the Judgement day