1 I was just able to follow her by asking many questions.
2 Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things.
3 It is old, and has many memories, and there are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
4 By the roadside were many crosses, and as we swept by, my companions all crossed themselves.
5 In any case I could not mistake the hands which I had had so many opportunities of studying.
6 I am sorry that I had to be away so long to-day; but you will, I know, forgive one who has so many important affairs in hand.
7 During the time I was eating it the Count asked me many questions as to my journey, and I told him by degrees all I had experienced.
8 Here was an opportunity which I might not have again, so I exerted myself, and with many efforts forced it back so that I could enter.
9 There seemed a strange stillness over everything; but as I listened I heard as if from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves.
10 Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements.
11 There are many odd things to put down, and, lest who reads them may fancy that I dined too well before I left Bistritz, let me put down my dinner exactly.
12 The window at which I stood was tall and deep, stone-mullioned, and though weatherworn, was still complete; but it was evidently many a day since the case had been there.
13 I could hear a lot of words often repeated, queer words, for there were many nationalities in the crowd; so I quietly got my polyglot dictionary from my bag and looked them out.
14 There are many trees on it, which make it in places gloomy, and there is a deep, dark-looking pond or small lake, evidently fed by some springs, as the water is clear and flows away in a fair-sized stream.
15 There were many things new to me: for instance, hay-ricks in the trees, and here and there very beautiful masses of weeping birch, their white stems shining like silver through the delicate green of the leaves.
16 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.
17 This was startling, and, coming on the top of so many strange things, was beginning to increase that vague feeling of uneasiness which I always have when the Count is near; but at the instant I saw that the cut had bled a little, and the blood was trickling over my chin.
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