Quotation from: Dracula

Written by: Bram Stoker


There was no cry from the woman, and the howling of the wolves was but
short. Before long they streamed away singly, licking their lips.


I could not pity her, for I knew now what had become of her child, and
she was better dead.


What shall I do? What can I do? How can I escape from this dreadful
thing of night, gloom, and fear?


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