1 He is now seemingly quiet for a spell.
2 He has now so far quieted that there are spells of cessation from his passion.
3 I saw at once that I was on the right track; phonetic spelling had again misled me.
4 At any rate, we have proved one thing; that the spells of quietness last a reasonable time.
5 As for Arthur, he seemed under a spell; moving his hands from his face, he opened wide his arms.
6 The Professor seems tireless; all day he would not take any rest, though he made me sleep for a long spell.
7 I began to fear that the fatal spell of the place was upon her, tainted as she is with that Vampire baptism.
8 It is well we have no sceptic here, or he would say that you were working some spell to keep out an evil spirit.
9 After a long spell she seemed sinking off to sleep, but with an effort seemed to pull herself together and shook it off.
10 I have been so miserably weak, that to be able to think and move about is like feeling sunshine after a long spell of east wind out of a steel sky.
11 When I got almost to the top I could see the seat and the white figure, for I was now close enough to distinguish it even through the spells of shadow.
12 Even Mrs. Harker seems to lose sight of her trouble for whole spells; it is only now and again, when something recalls it to her mind, that she thinks of her terrible scar.
13 There was no possibility of making any mistake about this, for in the long hours that followed, she had many spells of sleeping and waking and repeated both actions many times.
14 But God be thanked, that soul-wail of my dear Madam Mina had not died out of my ears; and, before the spell could be wrought further upon me, I had nerved myself to my wild work.
15 At first there is a sort of negative condition, as if some tie were loosened, and then the absolute freedom quickly follows; when, however, the freedom ceases the change-back or relapse comes quickly, preceded only by a spell of warning silence.
16 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.