1 Besides, he can summon his wolf and I know not what.
2 He was a nice well-behaved wolf, that never gave no trouble to talk of.
3 Only ten days ago a wolf got out, and was, I believe, traced up in this direction.
4 This is evident; for had he power to move himself as he wished he could go either as man, or wolf, or bat, or in some other way.
5 After all, however, there is nothing like custom, for neither Bilder nor his wife thought any more of the wolf than I should of a dog.
6 The window blind blew back with the wind that rushed in, and in the aperture of the broken panes there was the head of a great, gaunt grey wolf.
7 He took the wolf and locked him up in a cage, with a piece of meat that satisfied, in quantity at any rate, the elementary conditions of the fatted calf, and went off to report.
8 The wicked wolf that for half a day had paralysed London and set all the children in the town shivering in their shoes, was there in a sort of penitent mood, and was received and petted like a sort of vulpine prodigal son.
9 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.
10 He can transform himself to wolf, as we gather from the ship arrival in Whitby, when he tear open the dog; he can be as bat, as Madam Mina saw him on the window at Whitby, and as friend John saw him fly from this so near house, and as my friend Quincey saw him at the window of Miss Lucy.