Self-Recorded Reading of Dracula
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - East Anglia, Cambridge, Hertfordshire) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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his face was a strong, very strong aquiline, with hybrids of the thin nose and peculiarly arched nostrils with lofty domed forehead and hair growing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere, his eyebrows very massive, almost meeting over the nose and with bushy hair that seemed to call in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth, the's per treated over the lips. His remarkable readiness showed astonishing vitality and a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale and at the top is extremely pointed. The chin was broad and strong on the cheeks. Firm within. The general effect was one of extraordinary power here. The two I had noticed the backs of his hands. They lay on his knees in the firelight, and they had seemed rather white and fine. But seeing them now close to me, I cannot but notice that they were rather cause broad with squat fingers. Strange to say, there were hairs in the centre of the palm. The nails were long and fine and cut to a sharp point as the count leaned over me in his hands, touched me. I could not repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which I do what I would I could not conceal. The count, evidently noticing it, drew back on with a grim sort of smile, which showed more than he had yet done. His platoon, parent teeth set himself down again on his own side of the fireplace, were both silent for a while. As I looked towards the window, I saw the first Tim Streak of the coming dorm that seemed a strange stillness over everything. But as I listened, I heard as it from down below in the valley, the howling of many wars, the count's eyes gleamed and he said, Listen to them, the Children of the night, what music they make.