There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA. - Bram Stoker

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

My first impression of the man as of steel was consolidated and enhanced. He told us, amongst other things, of the work he had in hand. Three great books were partially done. The translation of the Arabian Nights, the metrical translation of Camoëns, and the Book of the Sword. These were all works of vast magnitude and requiring endless research. But he lived to complete them all.

I was naturally thoughtful, and the leisure of long illness gave opportunity for many thoughts which were fruitful according to their kind in later years.