The great nostrils of the white aquiline nose opened wide and quivered at the edge, and the white sharp teeth, behind the full lips of the blood dripping mouth, clamped together like those of a wild beast.

With a wrench, which threw his victim back upon the bed as though hurled from a height, he turned and sprang at us.

But by this time the Professor had gained his feet, and was holding towards him the envelope which contained the Sacred Wafer.
The Count suddenly stopped, just as poor Lucy had done outside the tomb, and cowered back.

Further and further back he cowered, as we, lifting our crucifixes, advanced.

The moonlight suddenly failed, as a great black cloud sailed across the sky.