1 It was in the bows, and looking out.
2 I went out on the stairs, and found a room looking towards the South.
3 Whilst I was looking at the books, the door opened, and the Count entered.
4 I was now myself looking out for the conveyance which was to take me to the Count.
5 She appeared to be looking over at our own seat, whereon was a dark figure seated alone.
6 I thought that perhaps she was looking out for me, so I opened my handkerchief and waved it.
7 He stopped to talk with me, as he always does, but all the time kept looking at a strange ship.
8 Lucy was looking sweetly pretty in her white lawn frock; she has got a beautiful colour since she has been here.
9 I thought it was some trick of the moonlight, some weird effect of shadow; but I kept looking, and it could be no delusion.
10 From the windows I could see that the suite of rooms lay along to the south of the castle, the windows of the end room looking out both west and south.
11 How he came there, I know not, but I heard his voice raised in a tone of imperious command, and looking towards the sound, saw him stand in the roadway.
12 There are walks, with seats beside them, through the churchyard; and people go and sit there all day long looking at the beautiful view and enjoying the breeze.
13 I think I must have fallen asleep and kept dreaming of the incident, for it seemed to be repeated endlessly, and now looking back, it is like a sort of awful nightmare.
14 I had been to see Miss Westenra, whom I found much better, and had just returned, and was standing at our own gate looking at the sunset, when once more I heard him yelling.
15 On looking at it I found in certain places little rings marked, and on examining these I noticed that one was near London on the east side, manifestly where his new estate was situated; the other two were Exeter, and Whitby on the Yorkshire coast.
16 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.
17 There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half renewed, for the white hair and moustache were changed to dark iron-grey; the cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneath; the mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran over the chin and neck.
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