1 He might kill me, but death now seemed the happier choice of evils.
2 I myself am of an old family, and to live in a new house would kill me.
3 At any time, even now, a sudden shock would be almost sure to kill her.
4 There is no malign there, see, and so it make hard that I must kill her in her sleep.
5 If I had not seized him just at the moment I believe he would have killed the man there and then.
6 I am in hopes that we need have no inquest, for if we had it would surely kill poor Lucy, if nothing else did.
7 When he saw me he became furious, and had not the attendants seized him in time, he would have tried to kill me.
8 He that can smile at death, as we know him; who can flourish in the midst of diseases that kill off whole peoples.
9 His face fell, and I could see a warning of danger in it, for there was a sudden fierce, sidelong look which meant killing.
10 He will then argue back that it is we, mistaken ones, that have killed her by our ideas; and so he will be much unhappy always.
11 There have been volcanoes, some of whose openings still send out waters of strange properties, and gases that kill or make to vivify.
12 It is just as that dear, good Professor Van Helsing said: he is true grit, and he improves under strain that would kill a weaker nature.
13 At that moment the remnant of my love passed into hate and loathing; had she then to be killed, I could have done it with savage delight.
14 Think, dear, that there have been times when brave men have killed their wives and their womenkind, to keep them from falling into the hands of the enemy.
15 The branch of wild rose on his coffin keep him that he move not from it; a sacred bullet fired into the coffin kill him so that he be true dead; and as for the stake through him, we know already of its peace; or the cut-off head that giveth rest.
16 I know he has forgiven me because in some mistaken idea I have done things that prevent him say good-bye as he ought; and he may think that in some more mistaken idea this woman was buried alive; and that in most mistake of all we have killed her.