1 Further and further back he cowered, as we, lifting our crucifixes, advanced.
2 I drew away, and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix.
3 She then rose and dried her eyes, and taking a crucifix from her neck offered it to me.
4 Then he took from his neck, inside his collar, a little gold crucifix, and placed it over the mouth.
5 Instinctively I moved forward with a protective impulse, holding the Crucifix and Wafer in my left hand.
6 She was leaping for them, when Van Helsing sprang forward and held between them his little golden crucifix.
7 The Professor stood up and, after laying his golden crucifix on the table, held out his hand on either side.
8 I am writing up this part of the diary whilst I am waiting for the coach, which is, of course, late; and the crucifix is still round my neck.
9 And so for full half a minute, which seemed an eternity, she remained between the lifted crucifix and the sacred closing of her means of entry.
10 Between the inner hand and the wood was a crucifix, the set of beads on which it was fastened being around both wrists and wheel, and all kept fast by the binding cords.
11 Then there are things which so afflict him that he has no power, as the garlic that we know of; and as for things sacred, as this symbol, my crucifix, that was amongst us even now when we resolve, to them he is nothing, but in their presence he take his place far off and silent with respect.