1 I put the forked metal to my ears and listened.
2 I bear messages which will make both your ears tingle.
3 Either there was a roaring in my ears or I heard afar off the howl of wolves.
4 I hear water swirling by, level with my ears, and the creaking of wood on wood.
5 If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail, as of a half-smothered child.
6 I was so frightened that I crept into bed, and pulled the clothes over my head, putting my fingers in my ears.
7 You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear, and that which is outside your daily life is not of account to you.
8 I read in the typescript that in my trance I heard cows low and water swirling level with my ears and the creaking of wood.
9 For the rest, his ears were pale, and at the tops extremely pointed; the chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin.
10 Louder it seemed to ring in my ears, and the floating motes of dust to take new shapes to the sound as they danced in the moonlight.
11 With strained ears, I listened, and heard downstairs the grinding of the key in the great lock and the falling back of the heavy door.
12 The poise of the head strikes one at once as indicative of thought and power; the head is noble, well-sized, broad, and large behind the ears.
13 He learn then that we are here; for she have more to tell in her open life with eyes to see and ears to hear than he, shut, as he is, in his coffin-box.
14 In a few minutes, however, my own ears got accustomed to the sound, and the horses so far became quiet that the driver was able to descend and to stand before them.
15 Here and there was a peasant man or woman kneeling before a shrine, who did not even turn round as we approached, but seemed in the self-surrender of devotion to have neither eyes nor ears for the outer world.
16 He petted and soothed them, and whispered something in their ears, as I have heard of horse-tamers doing, and with extraordinary effect, for under his caresses they became quite manageable again, though they still trembled.
17 Van Helsing, Art, and I moved forward to Mrs. Harker, who by this time had drawn her breath and with it had given a scream so wild, so ear-piercing, so despairing that it seems to me now that it will ring in my ears till my dying day.
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