1 I thought I would watch for the Count, for there is something going on.
2 My heart beat so loud all the time that sometimes I thought I should faint.
3 When I was in my room and about to lie down, I thought I heard a whispering at my door.
4 The thought that has been buzzing about my brain lately is complete, and the theory proved.
5 I thought that perhaps she was looking out for me, so I opened my handkerchief and waved it.
6 I knew he had left the castle now, and thought to use the opportunity to explore more than I had dared to do as yet.
7 I thought it was some trick of the moonlight, some weird effect of shadow; but I kept looking, and it could be no delusion.
8 I ran to the door, intending to descend and try and join them through the main hall, as I thought that way might be opened for them.
9 I thought and thought what should be my next move, but my brain seemed on fire, and I waited with a despairing feeling growing over me.
10 I thought at the time that I must be dreaming when I saw them, for, though the moonlight was behind them, they threw no shadow on the floor.
11 This is a terrible thought; for if so, what does it mean that he could control the wolves, as he did, by only holding up his hand in silence.
12 I sat and pondered awhile, and then some thought occurred to me, and I made search of my portmanteau and in the wardrobe where I had placed my clothes.
13 Later in the day I got together the whole crew, and told them, as they evidently thought there was some one in the ship, we would search from stem to stern.
14 I did not quite like it, and thought it better not to keep her mind on the subject, so we drifted on to other subjects, and Lucy was like her old self again.
15 I would have liked to have asked the driver what this all meant, but I really feared to do so, for I thought that, placed as I was, any protest would have had no effect in case there had been an intention to delay.
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 Here, in the whirlpool of European races, the Ugric tribe bore down from Iceland the fighting spirit which Thor and Wodin gave them, which their Berserkers displayed to such fell intent on the seaboards of Europe, ay, and of Asia and Africa too, till the peoples thought that the were-wolves themselves had come.
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