1 He unlocked the door, and we entered, closing it behind us.
2 The closed gates are of heavy old oak and iron, all eaten with rust.
3 When I got to the doorway at the top of the stairs I found it closed.
4 He has closed the account most accurately, and to-day begun a new record.
5 I was again a prisoner, and the net of doom was closing round me more closely.
6 It was now growing dusk, and the autumn night was closing in, so I did not lose any time.
7 He followed cautiously, but when he got to bows found no one, and the hatchways were all closed.
8 They came on tip-toe, closing the door behind them, and stood at the foot of the bed, looking on.
9 In the hall he opened the dining-room door, and we passed in, he closing the door carefully behind him.
10 The baying of the wolves sounded nearer and nearer, as though they were closing round on us from every side.
11 The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror; but as I looked they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag.
12 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.
13 I quite understood; my only doubt was as to whether any dream could be more terrible than the unnatural, horrible net of gloom and mystery which seemed closing around me.
14 We could hear the click of the closing lantern as Van Helsing held it down; coming close to the tomb, he began to remove from the chinks some of the sacred emblem which he had placed there.
15 The Count halted, putting down my bags, closed the door, and crossing the room, opened another door, which led into a small octagonal room lit by a single lamp, and seemingly without a window of any sort.
16 Then he took up my two and placed them with his own, and put by his writing materials, after which, the instant the door had closed behind him, I leaned over and looked at the letters, which were face down on the table.
17 Here I am, sitting at a little oak table where in old times possibly some fair lady sat to pen, with much thought and many blushes, her ill-spelt love-letter, and writing in my diary in shorthand all that has happened since I closed it last.
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