There, on our favourite seat, the silver light of the moon struck a half-reclining figure, snowy white... something dark stood behind the seat where the white figure shone, and bent over it. What it was, whether man or beast, I could not tell.
Bram StokerAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: irish
- Born: November 8, 1847
- Died: April 20, 1912
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