1 Before turning in we went to look at poor Lucy.
2 Never, even in the midst of our despair about poor Lucy, had he looked more stern.
3 The Count suddenly stopped, just as poor Lucy had done outside the tomb, and cowered back.
4 There on the bed, seemingly in a swoon, lay poor Lucy, more horribly white and wan-looking than ever.
5 I went back to the room, and found Van Helsing looking at poor Lucy, and his face was sterner than ever.
6 I am in hopes that we need have no inquest, for if we had it would surely kill poor Lucy, if nothing else did.
7 If, then, we can come on board after sunrise, he is at our mercy; for we can open the box and make sure of him, as we did of poor Lucy, before he wakes.
8 I have read your letters to poor Lucy, and know how good you are and how your husband suffer; so I pray you, if it may be, enlighten him not, lest it may harm.
9 I did not mention this last, lest it should give her needless pain; but it made my blood run cold in my veins to think of what had occurred with poor Lucy when the Count had sucked her blood.
10 As for myself, I was settling down to my work with the enthusiasm which I used to have for it, so that I might fairly have said that the wound which poor Lucy left on me was becoming cicatrised.
11 Friend Arthur, if you had met that kiss which you know of before poor Lucy die; or again, last night when you open your arms to her, you would in time, when you had died, have become nosferatu, as they call it in Eastern Europe, and would all time make more of those Un-Deads that so have fill us with horror.