1 My face is ghastly pale, and my throat pains me.
2 He removed the flowers and lifted the silk handkerchief from her throat.
3 I noticed that Van Helsing tied a soft silk handkerchief round her throat.
4 Indeed, it might have been serious, for the skin of her throat was pierced.
5 I looked at her throat just now as she lay asleep, and the tiny wounds seem not to have healed.
6 As I came close, she put up her hand in her sleep and pulled the collar of her nightdress close around her throat.
7 It did not convey much to me, until I reached a passage where it described small punctured wounds on their throats.
8 When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.
9 When I came back to my seat, I found that Lucy had moved slightly, and had torn away the garlic flowers from her throat.
10 Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat.
11 We took Lucy into another room, which had by now been prepared, and laid her in bed and forced a few drops of brandy down her throat.
12 But if she die in truth, then all cease; the tiny wounds of the throats disappear, and they go back to their plays unknowing ever of what has been.
13 It had been fighting, and manifestly had had a savage opponent, for its throat was torn away, and its belly was slit open as if with a savage claw.
14 I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super-sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there.
15 As he did so the narrow black velvet band which she seems always to wear round her throat, buckled with an old diamond buckle which her lover had given her, was dragged a little up, and showed a red mark on her throat.
16 I was afraid she might get a chill, so I ran upstairs, but as I came into the room she was moving back to her bed, fast asleep, and breathing heavily; she was holding her hand to her throat, as though to protect it from cold.
17 I feared to wake her all at once, so, in order to have my hands free that I might help her, I fastened the shawl at her throat with a big safety-pin; but I must have been clumsy in my anxiety and pinched or pricked her with it, for by-and-by, when her breathing became quieter, she put her hand to her throat again and moaned.
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