"It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?"
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Dracula
by
Bram Stoker
Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.
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Oedipus Rex
by
Sophocles
"Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead," said Scrooge. "But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me!"
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
"Lead on!" said Scrooge. "Lead on! The night is waning fast, and it is precious time to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit!"
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
"Ghost of the Future," he exclaimed, "I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me?"
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
"I am the Ghost of Christmas Present," said the Spirit. "Look upon me!"
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
"It is required of every man," the ghost returned, "that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men, and travel far and wide; and, if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death."
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
"I am alone and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species and have the same defects. This being you must create."
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Frankenstein
by
Mary Shelley
It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.
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Frankenstein
by
Mary Shelley
The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places.
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Frankenstein
by
Mary Shelley