The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.
Van Helsing stepped out, and obedient to his gesture, we all advanced too.

The four of us ranged in a line before the door of the tomb.

Van Helsing raised his lantern and drew the slide.

By the concentrated light that fell on Lucy's face we could see that the lips were crimson with fresh blood, and that the stream had trickled over her chin and stained the purity of her lawn death-robe.
We shuddered with horror.

I could see by the tremulous light that even Van Helsing's iron nerve had failed.