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Bram Stoker
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Bram Stoker: The Man From Shorrox
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Throth, yer ’ann’rs, I’ll tell ye wid pleasure; though, trooth to tell, it’s only poor wurrk telling the same shtory over an’ o...
Bram Stoker: The Red Stockade
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We was on the southern part of the China station, when the "George Ranger" was ordered to the Straits of Malacca, to put down...
Bram Stoker: Crooken Sands
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Mr. Arthur Fernlee Markam, who took what was known as the Red House above the Mains of Crooken, was a London merchant, and being essen...
Bram Stoker: A Dream of Red Hands
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The first opinion given to me regarding Jacob Settle was a simple descriptive statement. "He's a down-in-the-mouth chap...
Bram Stoker: A satr trap
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"When I was apprenticed to theatrical carpentering my master was John Haliday, who was Master Machinist - we called men in his po...
Bram Stoker: The secret of growing gold
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Bram Stoker by Philip Alexius de László When Margaret Delandre went to live at Brent's Rock the whole neighbourhood awoke to the...
Bram Stoker: Dracula's Guest
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When we started for our drive the sun was shining brightly on Munich, and the air was full of the joyousness of early summer. Just as w...
Bram Stoker: The Burial of the Rats
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Leaving Paris by the Orleans road, cross the Enceinte, and, turning to the right, you find yourself in a somewhat wild and not at all s...
Bram Stoker: A criminal star
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'Of course, you all remember Wolseley Gartside -' 'Rather!' This was from the Tragedian. 'I remember w...
Bram Stoker: The coming of Abel Behenna
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The little Cornish port of Pencastle was bright in the early April, when the sun had seemingly come to stay after a long and bitter win...
Bram Stoker: The Dualists
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There was joy in the house of Bubb. For ten long years had Ephraim and Sophonisba Bubb mourned in vain the loneliness of their life...
Bram Stoker: The Squaw
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Bram Stoker by Philip Alexius de László Nurnberg at the time was not so much exploited as it has been since then. Irving had not been...
Bram Stoker: The judge's house
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When the time for his examination drew near Malcolm Malcolmson made up his mind to go somewhere to read by himself. He feared the attrac...
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