There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear.

I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips.

It is not good to note this down, lest some day it should meet Mina's eyes and cause her pain, but it is the truth.

They whispered together, and then they all three laughed, such a silvery, musical laugh, but as hard as though the sound never could have come through the softness of human lips.
It was like the intolerable, tingling sweetness of waterglasses when played on by a cunning hand.

The fair girl shook her head coquettishly, and the other two urged her on.
One said, "Go on! You are first, and we shall follow.