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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - It all seemed so real that I could hardly imagine that it had ever occurred before; and yet each episode came, not as a fresh step in the logic of things, but as something expected. It is in such a wise that memory plays its pranks for good or ill; for pleasure or pain; for weal or woe. It is thus that life is bittersweet, and that which has been done becomes eternal. Again, the light skiff, ceasing to shoot through the lazy water…mehr

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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - It all seemed so real that I could hardly imagine that it had ever occurred before; and yet each episode came, not as a fresh step in the logic of things, but as something expected. It is in such a wise that memory plays its pranks for good or ill; for pleasure or pain; for weal or woe. It is thus that life is bittersweet, and that which has been done becomes eternal. Again, the light skiff, ceasing to shoot through the lazy water as when the oars flashed and dripped, glided out of the fierce July sunlight into the cool shade of the great drooping willow branches - I standing up in the swaying boat, she sitting still and with deft fingers guarding herself from stray twigs or the freedom of the resilience of moving boughs. Again, the water looked golden-brown under the canopy of translucent green; and the grassy bank was of emerald hue. Again, we sat in the cool shade, with the myriad noises of nature both without and within our bower merging into that drowsy hum in whose sufficing environment the great world with its disturbing trouble, and its more disturbing joys, can be effectually forgotten. Again, in that blissful solitude the young girl lost the convention of her prim, narrow upbringing, and told me in a natural, dreamy way of the loneliness of her new life. With an undertone of sadness she made m e feel how in that spacious home each one of the household was isolated by the personal magnificence of her father and herself; that there confidence had no altar, and sympathy no shrine; and that there even her father's face was as distant as the old country life seemed now.
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Abraham Stolker, conhecido como Bram Stolker, figura entre os mais aclamados autores da literatura de horror. Nascido em Dublin, Irlanda, em 8 de novembro de 1847, formou-se em Matemática, mas não chegou a exercer a profissão. Também foi crítico teatral, uma de suas paixões, meio artístico que o aproximou de Sheridan Le Fanu, por quem seria profundamente influenciado. Mais de 120 anos se passaram desde que o talentoso romancista deu a vida ao personagem que eternizou a figura do vampiro no imaginário popular. Publicado originalmente em 1897, Drácula é a quinta obra de Bram Stolker. O romance epistolar narrado por meio de cartas envolve o leitor em uma atmosfera carregada de suspense e tensão, enquanto o guia rumo às entranhas do universo gótico tão bem representado por Stolker.