1 Lucy was up and in cheerful spirits.
2 Then Mrs. Westenra went to lie down, and Lucy was left with me.
3 Lucy was languid and tired, and slept on after we had been called.
4 He is certainly a man of noble nature; poor dear Lucy was right about him.
5 Lucy was really tired, and we intended to creep off to bed as soon as we could.
6 Lucy was more cheerful than on the day I first saw her, and certainly looked better.
7 The effect on Lucy was not bad, for the faint seemed to merge subtly into the narcotic sleep.
8 Lucy was looking sweetly pretty in her white lawn frock; she has got a beautiful colour since she has been here.
9 Lucy was sleeping gently, but her breathing was stronger; I could see the counterpane move as her breast heaved.
10 Lucy was breathing somewhat stertorously, and her face was at its worst, for the open mouth showed the pale gums.
11 Lucy was full of pity, too, but she did not attempt to touch the dog, but looked at it in an agonised sort of way.
12 I assured him that Lucy was still asleep, but told him as gently as I could that both Van Helsing and I feared that the end was near.
13 I did not quite like it, and thought it better not to keep her mind on the subject, so we drifted on to other subjects, and Lucy was like her old self again.
14 My brain was all in a whirl, and only that there came through all the multitude of horrors, the holy ray of light that my dear, dear Lucy was at last at peace, I do not think I could have borne it without making a scene.