1 His brows are knit; his face is drawn with pain.
2 Think you, how her pain would be doubled, did she but hear your wild words.
3 Somehow, although the reality seems greater each time, the pain and the fear seem less.
4 There will be pain for us all; but it will not be all pain, nor will this pain be the last.
5 But God is merciful and just, and knows your pain and your devotion to that dear Madam Mina.
6 I must not wish you no pain, for that can never be; but I do hope you will be always as happy as I am now.
7 I have clues which we can follow; but it is a long task, and a difficult, and there is danger in it, and pain.
8 The poor wretch was doubtless torturing himself, after the manner of the insane, with needless thoughts of pain.
9 You are sick and weak, and have had much sorrow and much mental pain, as well as that tax on your strength that we know of.
10 For my own part, I thought that if Mrs. Harker realised the danger herself, it was much pain as well as much danger averted.
11 She did not flinch from the pain which I knew she must have suffered, but looked at him with eyes that were more appealing than ever.
12 I was dazed and stupid with pain and terror and weakness, but the sound of the nightingale seemed like the voice of my dead mother come back to comfort me.
13 He was in a torture of suspense regarding the woman he loved, and his utter ignorance of the terrible mystery which seemed to surround her intensified his pain.
14 I knew that it would be some sort of comfort to him if I told him that I also had come to the same conclusion; for at any rate it would take away the pain of doubt.
15 True that there were there, as we had seen them in life, the traces of care and pain and waste; but these were all dear to us, for they marked her truth to what we knew.
16 I did not mention this last, lest it should give her needless pain; but it made my blood run cold in my veins to think of what had occurred with poor Lucy when the Count had sucked her blood.
17 I have a dim half-remembrance of long, anxious times of waiting and fearing; darkness in which there was not even the pain of hope to make present distress more poignant: and then long spells of oblivion, and the rising back to life as a diver coming up through a great press of water.
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