1 Then Mrs. Westenra went to lie down, and Lucy was left with me.
2 Ye can, with your young eyes, read the small-print of the lies from here.
3 He lies on the sofa hardly seeming to breathe, and his whole body appears in collapse.
4 When I was in my room and about to lie down, I thought I heard a whispering at my door.
5 We Transylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones may lie amongst the common dead.
6 We could see now the sandy road lying white before us, but there was on it no sign of a vehicle.
7 Go into the room, and lie on your sofa, and rest awhile; then have much breakfast, and come here to me.
8 She help me and I eat alone; and then we wrap in fur and lie beside the fire, and I tell her to sleep while I watch.
9 There was a pause and a sharp little cry, such as a child gives in sleep, or a dog as it lies before the fire and dreams.
10 As yet I have not had the chance of looking at the papers which Van Helsing left with me, though they lie open before me.
11 In the night he may lie hidden somewhere; but if he be not carried on shore, or if the ship do not touch it, he cannot achieve the land.
12 You can lie on the sofa for I know that nothing would induce any of you doctors to go to bed whilst there is a patient above the horizon.
13 You shall lie on one, and I on the other, and our sympathy will be comfort to each other, even though we do not speak, and even if we sleep.
14 The harbour lies below me, with, on the far side, one long granite wall stretching out into the sea, with a curve outwards at the end of it, in the middle of which is a lighthouse.
15 This is to my mind the nicest spot in Whitby, for it lies right over the town, and has a full view of the harbour and all up the bay to where the headland called Kettleness stretches out into the sea.
16 Lucy lies in the tomb of her kin, a lordly death-house in a lonely churchyard, away from teeming London; where the air is fresh, and the sun rises over Hampstead Hill, and where wild flowers grow of their own accord.
17 They were all of the thinnest foreign post, and looking at them, then at him, and noticing his quiet smile, with the sharp, canine teeth lying over the red underlip, I understood as well as if he had spoken that I should be careful what I wrote, for he would be able to read it.
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