"She said, "Promise me that you will not tell me anything of the plans formed for the campaign against the Count. Not by word, or inference, or impli… - Bram Stoker

and so, as you love me, and he loves me, and I love you with all the moods and tenses of the verb, I send you simply his 'love' instead.

I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London, to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is.

Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.