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He bowedin a courtly was as he replied"I am Draculaand I bidyouwelcomeMr. Harkerto my house. Come inthe night airis chilland you must need to eat and rest. He had carried it in before I could forestall him. Iprotestedbut he insisted. It is lateand my people are notavailable. Let me seeto your comfort myself.

At the endof this he threw open a heavy doorand I rejoiced to seewithin awell-lit room in which a table was spread for supperand onwhose mighty hearth a great fire of logsfreshly replenishedflamed andflared. The Counthaltedputting down my bagsclosed the doorand crossingthe roomopened another doorwhich led into a small octagonal roomlit by asingle lampand seemingly without a window of any sort. Passingthrough thishe opened another doorand motioned me to enter.

It was awelcome sight. For here was a great bedroom well lightedand warmedwith another log firealso added to but latelyfor the toplogs werefreshwhich sent a hollow roar up the wide chimney. The Counthimself left my luggage inside and withdrewsayingbefore heclosed thedoor. I trust you will find all you wish. When youare readycome into the other roomwhere you willfind yoursupper prepared. The lightand warmth and the Count's courteous welcome seemedto havedissipated all my doubts and fears.

Having then reachedmy normalstateI discovered that I was half famished with hunger. So makinga hasty toiletI went into the other room. I foundsupper already laid out.

My hostwho stood on oneside ofthe great fireplaceleaning against the stoneworkmade agraceful wave of his hand to the tableand said. You will I trustexcuse methat I do not join youbut I have dined alreadyand I donot sup.

I handedto him the sealed letter which Mr. Hawkins had entrusted to me. He openedit and read it gravely. Thenwith a charming smilehe handeditto me toread. One passage of itat leastgave me a thrill ofpleasure. But I amhappy to say I can send a sufficient substituteone in whomI haveevery possible confidence. He is a young manfull of energyand talentin his own wayand of a very faithful disposition. He isdiscreet and silentand has grown into manhood in my service. He shallbe ready to attend on you when you will during his stayand shalltake your instructions in all matters.

The counthimself came forward and took off the cover of a dishand I fellto at once on an excellent roast chicken. Thiswithsome cheese and a salad and a bottle of old tokayof which Ihad two glasseswas my supper.

During the time Iwas eatingit the Count asked me many question as to my journeyand I toldhim by degrees all I had experienced. By thistime I had finished my supperand by my host's desire had drawnup a chairby the fire and begun to smoke a cigar which he offered meat thesame time excusing himself that he did not smoke.

I had nowan opportunity of observing himand found him of averymarked physiognomy. His facewas a stronga very strongaquilinewith high bridge ofthe thinnose and peculiarly arched nostrilswith lofty domed foreheadand hairgrowing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere.

Hiseyebrows were very massivealmost meeting over the noseand withbushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion.

The mouthso far as I could see it under the heavy moustachewas fixedand rather cruel-lookingwith peculiarly sharpwhiteteeth. These protruded over the lipswhose remarkableruddinessshowed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For theresthis ears were paleand at the tops extremely pointed. The chinwas broad and strongand the cheeks firm though thin. Thegeneral effect was one of extraordinary pallor. Hitherto Ihad noticed the backs of his hands as they lay on hisknees inthe firelightand they had seemed rather white and fine.

But seeingthem now close to meI could not but noticethat theywere rather coarsebroadwith squat fingers. Strange tosaythere were hairs in the centre of the palm. The nailswere long and fineand cut to a sharp point. As theCount leaned over me and his hands touched meI couldnotrepress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rankbut ahorrible feeling of nausea came over mewhichdo whatI wouldIcould not conceal.

The Countevidently noticing itdrew back. And with a grim sortof smilewhich showed more than he had yet done his protruberant teethsathimself down again on his own side of the fireplace. We wereboth silent for a whileand as I looked towardsthe windowI saw the first dim streak of the coming dawn.

Thereseemed a strange stillness over everything. But as I listenedI heard asif from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves. TheCount's eyes gleamedand he said. What music they make! Your bedroom is all readyandtomorrow you shall sleep as late as you will.

I haveto be awaytill the afternoonso sleep well and dream well! I am allin a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear. I thinkstrange thingswhich I dare not confess to my own soul. God keepmeif only for the sake of those dear to me! I slept till late in the dayand awokeof my own accord. When I had dressed myself Iwent intothe room where we had suppedand found a coldbreakfastlaid outwith coffee kept hot by the pot beingplaced onthe hearth. There was a card on the tableon whichwas written--"I have to be absent for a while.

Do notwait for me. When I haddoneI looked for a bellso that I might lettheservants know I had finishedbut I could not find one. There arecertainly odd deficiencies in the houseconsideringtheextraordinary evidences of wealth which are round me. The tableservice is of goldand so beautifully wroughtthat itmust be of immense value.

The curtains and upholsteryof thechairs and sofas and the hangings of my bed areof thecostliest and most beautiful fabricsand must havebeen offabulous value when they were madefor they arecenturiesoldthough in excellent order.

I saw somethinglike themin Hampton Courtbut they were worn and frayed andmoth-eaten. But still in none of the rooms is there a mirror. There isnot even a toilet glass on my tableand I had to getthe littleshaving glass from my bag before I could either shaveor brushmy hair.

I have not yet seen a servant anywhereor heard asound near the castle except the howling of wolves. Some timeafter I had finished my mealI do not know whetherto call itbreakfast of dinnerfor it was between five and sixo'clockwhen I had itI looked about for something to readfor I didnot like to go about the castle until I had askedtheCount's permission. There was absolutely nothing inthe roombooknewspaperor even writing materialsso Iopenedanother door in the room and found a sort of library.

The dooropposite mine I triedbut found locked. In thelibrary I foundto my great delighta vast number of English bookswholeshelves full of themand bound volumes of magazines and newspapers. A table inthe center was littered with English magazines and newspapersthoughnone of them were of very recent date.

The books were of themostvariedkindhistorygeographypoliticspolitical economybotanygeologylawallrelating to England and English life and customs and manners. Whilst Iwas looking at the booksthe door openedand the Count entered. He salutedme in a hearty wayand hoped that I had had a good night's rest.

Then hewent on. These companions" and he laidhis handon some of the books"have been good friends to meand forsome years pastever since I had the idea of going to Londonhave givenme manymany hours of pleasure. Through them I havecome toknow your great Englandand to know her is to love her. I long togo through the crowded streets of your mighty Londonto be inthe midst of the whirl and rush of humanityto shareits lifeits changeits deathand all that makes it what it is.

But alas! As yet I only know your tongue through books. To youmyfriendI look that I know it to speak. TrueIknow the grammar and the wordsbut yet I know not howto speakthem. That is not enough for me. Here I am noble. I am aBoyar. The common people know meand I am master. But astranger in a strange landhe is no one. Men know him notand toknow not is to care not for. A stranger!

You cometo me not alone as agent of my friend Peter Hawkinsof Exeterto tell me all about my new estate in London. You shallI trustrest here with me a whileso that by ourtalking Imay learn the English intonation. And I would that youtell mewhen I make erroreven of the smallestin my speaking.

I am sorrythat I had to be away so long todaybut you willI knowforgive one who has so many important affairs in hand. Of courseI said all I could about being willingand askedif I might come into that room when I chose.

Heanswered"Yescertainly" and added. There isreasonthat allthings are as they areand did you see with my eyesand knowwith my knowledgeyou would perhaps better understand. Our waysare not your waysand there shall be to you manystrangethings.

Nayfrom what you have told me of yourexperiencesalreadyyou know something of what strange thingsthere maybe. This ledto much conversationand as it was evident that he wantedto talkif only for talking's sakeI asked him many questions regardingthingsthat had already happened to me or come within my notice. Sometimeshe sheered off the subjector turned the conversation by pretendingnot tounderstandbut generally he answered all I asked most frankly.

Then astime went onand I had got somewhat bolderI asked himof some ofthe strange things of the preceding nightas for instancewhy thecoachman went to the places where he had seen the blue flames. He thenexplained to me that it was commonly believed that on a certainnight ofthe yearlast nightin factwhen all evil spirits are supposedto haveunchecked swaya blue flame is seen over any place where treasurehas beenconcealed.

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For it wasthe ground fought over for centuries by the Wallachianthe Saxonand the Turk. Whythere is hardly a foot of soilin allthis region that has not been enriched by the blood of menpatriotsor invaders.

In the old days there were stirring timeswhen theAustrian and the Hungarian came up in hordesand the patriotswent outto meet themmen and womenthe aged and the children tooand waitedtheir coming on the rocks above the passesthat theymightsweep destruction on them with their artificial avalanches.

When theinvader was triumphant he found but littlefor whateverthere washad been sheltered in the friendly soil. He answered. Thoseflames only appear on one nightand on that night no manof thisland willif he can help itstir without his doors. Anddearsireven if he did he would not know what to do.

Whyeventhe peasant that you tell me of who marked the placeof theflame would not know where to look in daylight evenfor hisown work.

Even you would notI dare be swornbe able tofind these places again? Whilst Iwas placing them in order I heard a rattling of chinaand silverin the next roomand as I passed throughnoticed thatthe tablehad been cleared and the lamp litfor it was by thistime deepinto the dark. The lamps were also lit in the studyorlibraryand I found the Count lying on the sofareadingof allthings in the worldand English Bradshaw's Guide.

When Icame in he cleared the books and papers from the tableand withhim I went into plans and deeds and figures of all sorts. He wasinterested in everythingand asked me a myriad questionsabout theplace and its surroundings.

He clearly had studiedbeforehandall he could get on the subject of the neighborhoodfor heevidently at the end knew very much more than I did.

When Iremarked thishe answered. When I gothereI shall beall aloneand my friend Harker Jonathannaypardon me. I fallinto my country's habit of putting your patronymic firstmy friendJonathan Harker will not be by my side to correct and aid me. He will bein Exetermiles awayprobably working at papers of the lawwith myother friendPeter Hawkins.

We wentthoroughly into the business of the downloadof theestate at Purfleet. When I had told him the factsand gothis signature to the necessary papersand hadwritten aletter with them ready to post to Mr. Hawkinshe beganto ask me how I had come across so suitable a place.

I read tohim the notes which I had made at the timeand whichI inscribe here. It was surrounded by a high wallof ancient structurebuilt ofheavy stonesand has not been repaired for a large number of years. The closedgates are of heavy old oak and ironall eaten with rust. Itcontains in all some twenty acresquite surrounded by the solidstone wallabove mentioned.

There are many trees on itwhich make itin placesgloomyand there is a deepdark-looking pond or small lakeevidentlyfed by some springsas the water is clear and flows awayin afair-sized stream.

The house is very large and of all periodsbackI shouldsayto mediaeval timesfor one part is of stone immensely thickwith onlya few windows high up and heavily barred with iron.

It lookslike part of a keepand is close to an old chapel or church. I couldnot enter itas I had not the key of the door leading to it fromthe housebut I have taken with my Kodak views of it from various points. The househad been added tobut in a very straggling wayand I canonly guessat the amount of ground it coverswhich must be very great.

There arebut few houses close at handone being a very large houseonlyrecently added to and formed into a private lunatic asylum. It is nothowevervisible from the grounds. When I hadfinishedhe said"I am glad that it is old and big.

I myselfam of an old familyand to live in a new housewould killme. A house cannot be made habitable in a dayand afterallhow few days go to make up a century. I rejoicealso that there is a chapel of old times. WeTransylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones maylieamongst the common dead. I seek not gaiety nor mirthnot thebright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparklingwaterswhich please the young and gay.

I am no longer youngand myheartthrough weary years of mourning over the deadis attunedto mirth. Moreoverthe walls of my castle are broken. Theshadows are manyand the wind breathes cold throughthe brokenbattlements and casements.

I love the shade andtheshadowand would be alone with my thoughts when I may. Presentlywith an excusehe left measking me to pull my papers together.

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He wassome little time awayand I began to look at some of the booksaroundme. One was an atlaswhich I found opened naturally toEnglandas if thatmap had been much used. On looking at it I found in certainplaceslittle rings markedand on examining these I noticed that one wasnearLondon on the east sidemanifestly where his new estate wassituated.

The othertwo were Exeterand Whitby on the Yorkshire coast. It was thebetter part of an hour when the Count returned. But youmust notworkalways. I am informed that your supper is ready. The Count againexcusedhimselfas he had dined out on his being away from home. But he satas on the previous nightand chatted whilst I ate. Aftersupper I smokedas on the last eveningand the Countstayedwith mechatting and asking questions on everyconceivablesubjecthour after hour.

I felt that it wasgettingvery late indeedbut I did not say anythingfor Ifelt underobligation to meet my host's wishes in every way. I was notsleepyas the long sleep yesterday had fortified mebut Icould not help experiencing that chill which comesover oneat the coming of the dawnwhich is likein its waythe turnof the tide.

They say that people who are near deathdiegenerally at the change to dawn or at the turn of the tide. Anyone whohas when tiredand tied as it were to his postexperiencedthis change in the atmosphere can well believe it. All atonce we heard the crow of the cock coming up withpreternaturalshrillness through the clear morning air.

CountDraculajumping to his feetsaid"Why there is the morningagain! How remissI am to let you stay up so long. You must make yourconversationregarding my dear new country of England less interestingso that Imay not forget how time flies by us" and with a courtly bowhe quicklyleft me. I wentinto my room and drew the curtainsbut there was little to notice. My windowopened into the courtyardall I could see was the warm greyofquickening sky.

So I pulled the curtains againand havewrittenof thisday. But now I am glad that I wentintodetail from the firstfor there is something so strangeabout thisplace and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy.

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I wish Iwere safe out of itor that I had never come. It may bethat this strange night existence is telling on mebut wouldthat that were all! If there were any one to talkto I couldbear itbut there is no one. I have only the Countto speakwithand he--I fear I am myself the only living soulwithin theplace. Let me be prosaiac so far as facts can be. It willhelp me to bear upand imagination must not run riotwith me.

If it does I am lost. Let me say at once how I standor seemto. I onlyslept a few hours when I went to bedand feeling that Icould notsleep any moregot up. I had hung my shaving glassby thewindowand was just beginning to shave. Suddenly I felta hand onmy shoulderand heard the Count's voice saying to me"Goodmorning. Instarting I had cut myself slightlybut did not noticeit at themoment. Having answered the Count's salutationI turnedto the glass again to see how I had been mistaken.

This timethere could be no errorfor the man was close to meand Icould see him over my shoulder. But there was no reflectionof him inthe mirror! The whole room behind me was displayedbut therewas no sign of a man in itexcept myself. This wasstartlingand coming on the top of so manystrangethingswas beginning to increase that vague feelingofuneasiness which I always have when the Count is near.

But at theinstant I saw the the cut had bled a littleand theblood was trickling over my chin. I laid down the razorturning asI did so half round to look for some sticking plaster.

When theCount saw my facehis eyes blazed with a sortofdemoniac furyand he suddenly made a grab at my throat. I drewaway and his hand touched the string of beadswhich heldthe crucifix. It made an instant change in himfor thefury passed so quickly that I could hardly believethat itwas ever there. It is moredangerous that you think in this country. It is a foulbauble ofman's vanity.

Away with it! Then he withdrew without a word. It is veryannoyingfor I do not see how I am to shaveunless inmy watch-case or the bottom of the shaving potwhich isfortunately of metal.

When Iwent into the dining roombreakfast was preparedbut Icould not find the Count anywhere. So I breakfasted alone. It isstrange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drink. He must bea very peculiar man! After breakfast I dida littleexploring in the castle. I went out on the stairsand founda room looking towards the South.

The viewwas magnificentand from where I stood there was everyopportunityof seeing it. The castle is on the very edgeof aterrific precipice.

A stone falling from the windowwould falla thousand feet without touching anything! As far asthe eye can reach is a sea of green tree topswithoccasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here andthere are silver threads where the rivers wind in deepgorgesthrough the forests. But I amnot in heart to describe beautyfor when I had seenthe view Iexplored further. Doorsdoorsdoors everywhereand alllocked and bolted. In no place save from thewindows inthe castle walls is there an available exit.

The castleis a veritable prisonand I am a prisoner! When Ifound that I was a prisoner a sort of wild feeling cameover me. I rushed up and down the stairstrying every doorandpeering out of every window I could findbut after a littletheconviction of my helplessness overpowered all other feelings.

When Ilook back after a few hours I think I must have beenmad forthe timefor I behaved much as a rat does in a trap.

Whenhoweverthe conviction had come to me that I was helplessI sat downquietlyas quietly as I have ever done anythingin mylifeand began to think over what was best to be done.

I amthinking stilland as yet have come to no definite conclusion. Of onething only am I certain. That it is no use making my ideasknown tothe Count. He knows well that I am imprisonedand ashe hasdone it himselfand has doubtless his own motives for ithe wouldonly deceive me if I trusted him fully with the facts. So far asI can seemy only plan will be to keep my knowledge and myfears tomyselfand my eyes open.

I amI knoweither being deceivedlike ababyby my own fearsor else I am in desperate straitsand if thelatter be soI needand shall needall my brainsto getthrough.

I hadhardly come to this conclusion when I heard the great doorbelowshutand knew that the Count had returned. He did not comeat onceinto the libraryso I went cautiously to my own room andfound himmaking the bed. This was oddbut only confirmed what Ihad allalong thoughtthat there are no servants in the house. When laterI saw him through the chink of the hinges of the doorlaying thetable in the dining roomI was assured of it.

For if hedoes himself all these menial officessurely it is proofthat thereis no one else in the castleit must have been the Counthimselfwho was the driver of the coach that brought me here. This is aterrible thoughtfor if sowhat does it mean that he couldcontrolthe wolvesas he didby only holding up his hand for silence?

How was itthat all the people at Bistritz and on the coach hadsometerrible fear for me? What meant the giving of the crucifixof thegarlicof the wild roseof the mountain ash? Bless thatgoodgood woman who hung the crucifix round my neck! For it isa comfort and a strength to me whenever I touch it. It is oddthat a thing which I have been taught to regard with disfavourand asidolatrous should in a time of loneliness and trouble be of help. Is it thatthere is something in the essence of the thing itselfor that itis a mediuma tangible helpin conveying memories of sympathyandcomfort?

Some timeif it may beI must examine this matterand try tomake up my mind about it. In the meantime I must findout all Ican about Count Draculaas it may help me to understand. Tonight hemay talk of himselfif I turn the conversation that way.

I must bevery carefulhowevernot to awake his suspicion. I askedhim a few questions on Transylvania historyand hewarmed up to the subject wonderfully. In his speakingof thingsand peopleand especially of battleshe spokeas if hehad been present at them all. This he afterwardsexplainedby saying that to a Boyar the pride of his houseand nameis his own pridethat their glory is his glorythat theirfate is his fate.

Whenever he spoke of hishouse healways said "we"and spoke almost in the plurallike aking speaking. I wish I could put down all he saidexactly ashe said itfor to me it was most fascinating.

It seemedto have in it a whole history of the country. He grewexcited as he spokeand walked about the room pullinghis greatwhite moustache and grasping anything on which he laidhis handsas though he would crush it by main strength. One thinghe said which I shall put down as nearly as I canfor ittells in its way the story of his race.

Hereinthe whirlpool of European racesthe Ugric tribe bore downfromIceland the fighting spirit which Thor and Wodin game themwhichtheir Berserkers displayed to such fell intent on the seaboardsof Europeayeand of Asia and Africa tootill the peoples thoughtthat thewerewolves themselves had come.

Heretoowhen they camethey foundthe Hunswhose warlike fury had swept the earth like alivingflametill the dying peoples held that in their veins ranthe bloodof those old witcheswhoexpelled from Scythia had matedwith thedevils in the desert. What devil or whatwitch wasever so great as Attilawhose blood is in these veins? Is itstrange that when Arpad and his legions swept through the Hungarianfatherlandhe found us here when he reached the frontierthat the Honfoglalaswascompleted there?

And when the Hungarian flood swept eastwardtheSzekelys were claimed as kindred by the victorious Magyarsand to usforcenturies was trusted the guarding of the frontier of Turkeyland. When wasredeemed that great shame of my nationthe shame of Cassovawhen theflags of the Wallach and the Magyar went down beneath the Crescent? Who was itbut one of my own race who as Voivode crossed the Danubeand beatthe Turk on his own ground?

This was a Dracula indeed! Woe was itthat his own unworthy brotherwhen he had fallensold hispeople to the Turk and brought the shame of slavery on them!

Was it notthis Draculaindeedwho inspired that other of his racewho in alater age again and again brought his forces over the great riverintoTurkeylandwhowhen he was beaten backcame againand againthough hehad to come alone from the bloody field where his troops werebeingslaughteredsince he knew that he alone could ultimately triumph!

They saidthat he thought only of himself. What good arepeasantswithout aleader? Where ends the war without a brain and heartto conductit? Againwhenafter the battle of Mohacswe threw offtheHungarian yokewe of the Dracula blood were amongst their leadersfor ourspirit would not brook that we were not free. Ahyoung sirtheSzekelysand the Dracula as their heart's bloodtheir brainsand theirswordscan boast a record that mushroom growths like theHapsburgsand the Romanoffs can never reach.

The warlike days are over. Blood istoo precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peaceand theglories of the great races are as a tale that is told. It was bythis time close on morningand we went to bed. I must notconfuse them with experiences which will haveto rest onmy own observationor my memory of them.

Lastevening when the Count came from his room he beganby askingme questions on legal matters and on the doingof certainkinds of business. I had spent the day wearilyoverbooksandsimply to keep my mind occupiedwent oversome ofthe matters I had been examined in at Lincoln's Inn. There wasa certain method in the Count's inquiriesso I shalltry to putthem down in sequence. The knowledge may somehowor sometime be useful to me.

Firstheasked if a man in England might have two solicitors or more. I told himhe might have a dozen if he wishedbut that it would notbe wise tohave more than one solicitor engaged in one transactionas onlyone could act at a timeand that to change would be certaintomilitate against his interest. He seemed thoroughly tounderstandand wenton to ask if there would be any practical difficulty in having oneman toattendsayto bankingand another to look after shippingin caselocal helpwere needed in a place far from the home of the banking solicitor.

I asked toexplain more fullyso that I might not by any chance mislead himso hesaid. Your friend and mineMr. Peter Hawkinsfrom underthe shadow of your beautiful cathedral at Exeterwhich isfar from Londondownloads for me through your good selfmy placeat London. Now here let me say franklylest youshouldthink it strange that I have sought the services of one so faroff fromLondon instead of some one resident therethat my motivewas thatno local interest might be served save my wish onlyand as oneof London residence mightperhapshave some purposeof himselfor friend to serveI went thus afield to seek my agentwhoselabours should be only to my interest.

Nowsuppose Iwho havemuch of affairswish to ship goodssayto Newcastleor Durhamor Harwichor Dovermight it not be that it couldwith moreease be done by consigning to one in these ports? I answeredthat certainly it would be most easybut that wesolicitorshad a system of agency one for the otherso that localwork couldbe done locally on instruction from any solicitorso thatthe clientsimply placing himself in the hands of one mancould havehis wishes carried out by him without further trouble.

Iexplained all these things to him to the best of my abilityand hecertainlyleft me under the impression that he would have made a wonderfulsolicitorfor there was nothing that he did not think of or foresee. For a manwho was never in the countryand who did not evidently domuch inthe way of businesshis knowledge and acumen were wonderful.

When hehad satisfied himself on these points of which he had spokenand I hadverified all as well as I could by the books availablehesuddenly stood up and said"Have you written since your firstletterto ourfriend Mr. Peter Hawkinsor to any other? It waswith some bitterness in my heart that I answered that I had notthat asyet I had not seen any opportunity of sending letters to anybody.

When your masteremployerwhat you willengaged that someone should come on his behalfit wasunderstood that my needs only were to be consulted. I have notstinted. Is it not so? What couldI do but bow acceptance? It was Mr. Hawkins'interestnot mineand I had to think of himnot myselfandbesideswhile Count Dracula was speakingthere was thatin hiseyes and in his bearing which made me remember that Iwas aprisonerand that if I wished it I could have no choice.

The Countsaw his victory in my bowand his mastery inthetrouble of my facefor he began at once to use thembut in hisown smoothresistless way.

It willdoubtless please your friends to know that you are welland thatyou look forward to getting home to them.

They were all of the thinnest foreign postandlooking at themthen at himand noticing his quiet smilewith thesharpcanine teeth lying over the red underlipIunderstood as well as if he had spoken that I should bemorecareful what I wrotefor he would be able to read it.

So Idetermined to write only formal notes nowbut to write fullyto Mr. Hawkins in secretand also to Minafor to her I couldwriteshorthandwhich would puzzle the Countif he did see it. When I hadwritten my two letters I sat quietreading a bookwhilst theCount wrote several notesreferring as he wrote themto somebooks on his table.

Then he took up my two and placedthem withhis ownand put by his writing materialsafter whichtheinstant the door had closed behind himI leaned overand lookedat the letterswhich were face down on the table.

I felt nocompunction in doing so for under the circumstancesI feltthat I should protect myself in every way I could. One of theletters was directed to Samuel F. The second and fourth wereunsealed. I was justabout to look at them when I saw the door handle move. I sankback in my seathaving just had time to resume my book beforethe Countholding still another letter in his handentered the room. He took upthe letters on the table and stamped them carefullyand thenturning to mesaid.

You willI hopefind all things as you wish. Naylet me warn you with all seriousnessthatshould you leave these rooms you will not by any chance go to sleepin anyother part of the castle. It is oldand has many memoriesand thereare bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely. Be warned! Shouldsleep now or ever overcome youor be like to dothen hasteto yourown chamber or to these roomsfor your rest will then be safe. But if yoube not careful in this respectthen" He finished his speechin agruesome wayfor he motioned with his hands as if he were washingthem.

I quiteunderstood. My only doubt was as to whether any dream couldbe moreterrible than the unnaturalhorrible net of gloom and mysterywhichseemed closing around me. I shall not fear to sleep in any place where he isnot.

I haveplaced the crucifix over the head of my bedI imagine that myrest isthus freer from dreamsand there it shall remain. When heleft me I went to my room. After a little whilenothearing any soundI came out and went up the stone stairto where Icould look out towards the South. There was somesense offreedom in the vast expanseinaccessible though itwas tomeas compared with the narrow darkness of the courtyard. Lookingout on thisI felt that I was indeed in prisonand Iseemed towant a breath of fresh airthough it were of the night.

I ambeginning to feel this nocturnal existence tell on me. It isdestroying my nerve. I start at my own shadowand amfull ofall sorts of horrible imaginings. God knows that thereis groundfor my terrible fear in this accursed place! I lookedout over the beautiful expansebathed in softyellowmoonlight till it was almost as light as day. In thesoft light the distant hills became meltedand theshadows in the valleys and gorges of velvety blackness.

The merebeauty seemed to cheer me. There was peace and comfortin everybreath I drew. As I leaned from the window my eyewas caughtby something moving a storey below meand somewhatto myleftwhere I imaginedfrom the order of the roomsthat thewindows of the Count's own room would look out.

The windowat which I stood was tall and deepstone-mullionedand though weatherwornwas still complete. But it wasevidently many a day since the case had been there.

I drewback behind the stoneworkand looked carefully out. What I sawwas the Count's head coming out from the window.

I did notsee the facebut I knew the man by the neck and themovementof his back and arms. In any case I could not mistakethe handswhich I had had some many opportunities of studying. I was atfirst interested and somewhat amusedfor it is wonderfulhow smalla matter will interest and amuse a man when he is a prisoner.

But myvery feelings changed to repulsion and terror when I saw the wholeman slowlyemerge from the window and begin to crawl down the castlewall overthe dreadful abyssface down with his cloak spreading outaround himlike great wings.

At first I could not believe my eyes. I thoughtit was some trick of the moonlightsome weird effectof shadowbut I kept lookingand it could be no delusion. I saw thefingers and toes grasp the corners of the stonesworn clearof the mortar by the stress of yearsand by thus usingeveryprojection and inequality move downwards with considerable speedjust as alizard moves along a wall.

Whatmanner of man is thisor what manner of creatureis it in thesemblanceof man? I feel the dread of this horrible place overpowering me. I am infearin awful fearand there is no escape for me. I amencompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of. He moveddownwards in a sidelong waysome hundred feet downand a gooddeal to the left. He vanished into some hole or window. When hishead had disappearedI leaned out to try and see morebutwithout avail.

The distance was too great to allow a properangleof sight. I knew he had left the castle nowand thought to usetheopportunity to explore more than I had dared to do as yet. I wentback to the roomand taking a lamptried all the doors. They wereall lockedas I had expectedand the locks werecomparativelynew. But I went down the stone stairs to the hallwhere Ihad entered originally.

I found I could pull back the boltseasilyenough and unhook the great chains. But the door was lockedand thekey was gone! That key must be in the Count's room. I mustwatch should his door be unlockedso that I may get it and escape. I went onto make a thorough examination of the various stairsandpassagesand to try the doors that opened from them. One or twosmall rooms near the hall were openbut there was nothingto see inthem except old furnituredusty with age and moth-eaten.

At lasthoweverI found one door at the top of the stairway whichthough itseemed lockedgave a little under pressure. I tried itharderand found that it was not really lockedbut thatthe resistance came from the fact that the hingeshad fallensomewhatand the heavy door rested on the floor.

Here wasan opportunity which I might not have againso I exertedmyselfandwith many efforts forced it back so that I could enter. I was nowin a wing of the castle further to the right than the roomsI knew anda storey lower down. From the windows I could seethat thesuite of rooms lay along to the south of the castlethewindows of the end room looking out both west and south. On thelatter sideas well as to the formerthere was a great precipice.

The castlewas built on the corner of a great rockso that onthreesides it was quite impregnableand great windows wereplacedhere where slingor bowor culverin could not reachandconsequently light and comfortimpossible to a position whichhad to beguardedwere secured.

To the west was a great valleyand thenrising far awaygreat jagged mountain fastnessesrisingpeak on peakthe sheer rock studded with mountain ash and thornwhoseroots clung in cracks and crevices and crannies of the stone. This wasevidently the portion of the castle occupied by the ladiesin bygonedaysfor the furniture had more an air of comfort thanany I hadseen. Thewindows were curtainlessand the yellow moonlightfloodingin through the diamond panesenabled one to seeevencolourswhilst it softened the wealth of dust which lay overall anddisguised in some measure the ravages of time and moth.

My lampseemed to be of little effect in the brilliant moonlightbut I wasglad to have it with mefor there was a dread lonelinessin theplace which chilled my heart and made my nerves tremble.

Stillitwas better than living alone in the rooms which I hadcome tohate from the presence of the Countand after tryinga littleto school my nervesI found a soft quietude come over me. Here I amsitting at a little oak table where in old timespossiblysome fair lady sat to penwith much thought andmanyblushesher ill-spelt love letterand writing in my diaryinshorthand all that has happened since I closed it last.

It is thenineteenth century up-to-date with a vengeance. And yetunless my senses deceive methe old centuries hadand havepowers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill. The morning of 16 May. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of thepast. Whilst Ilive on here there is but one thing to hope forthat I maynot go madifindeedI be not mad already.

If I besanethen surely it is maddening to think that of allthe foulthings that lurk in this hateful place the Count isthe leastdreadful to methat to him alone I can look for safetyeventhough this be only whilst I can serve his purpose.

Great God! MercifulGodlet me be calmfor out of that way lies madness indeed. I begin toget new lights on certain things which have puzzled me. Up to nowI never quite knew what Shakespeare meant when he madeHamletsay"My tablets! Quickmy tablets! For nowfeeling as though my own brain wereunhingedor as if the shock had come which must end in its undoingI turn tomy diary for repose.

The habit of entering accuratelymust helpto soothe me. TheCount's mysterious warning frightened me at the time. Itfrightens memore notwhen I think of itfor in the future he has a fearful hold upon me. I shallfear to doubt what he may say!

When I hadwritten in my diary and had fortunately replacedthe bookand pen in my pocket I felt sleepy. The Count's warningcame intomy mindbut I took pleasure in disobeying it. The senseof sleep was upon meand with it the obstinacy which sleepbrings asoutrider. The soft moonlight soothedand the wideexpansewithout gave a sense of freedom which refreshed me.

Idetermined not to return tonight to the gloom-haunted roomsbut tosleep herewhereof oldladies had sat and sungand livedsweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sadfor theirmenfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars. I drew agreat couch out of its place near the cornerso thatas I layI could look at the lovely view to east and southandunthinkingof and uncaring for the dustcomposed myself for sleep. I supposeI must have fallen asleep. I hope sobut I fearfor allthat followed was startlingly realso real that nowsittinghere in the broadfull sunlight of the morningI cannotin the least believe that it was all sleep.

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I was notalone. The room was the sameunchanged in anyway sinceI came into it. I could see along the floorin thebrilliant moonlightmy own footsteps marked where I haddisturbedthe long accumulation of dust. In the moonlight oppositeme werethree young womenladies by their dress and manner. I thoughtat the time that I must be dreaming when I saw themthey threwno shadow on the floor. They came close to meand lookedat me for some timeand then whispered together.

Two weredarkand had high aquiline noseslike the Countand greatdarkpiercing eyesthat seemed to be almost redwhencontrasted with the pale yellow moon.

The other wasfairasfair as can bewith great masses of golden hairand eyeslike pale sapphires. I seemed somehow to knowher faceand to know it in connection with some dreamy fearbut Icould not recollect at the moment how or where. All threehad brilliant white teeth that shone like pearlsagainstthe ruby of their voluptuous lips.

There wassomethingabout them that made me uneasysome longing and atthe sametime some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wickedburningdesire that they would kiss me with those red lips. It is notgood to note this downlest some day it shouldmeetMina's eyes and cause her painbut it is the truth. Theywhispered togetherand then they all three laughedsuch asilverymusical laughbut as hard as though the soundnevercould have come through the softness of human lips.

It waslike the intolerabletingling sweetness of waterglasseswhenplayed on by a cunning hand. The fair girl shook herheadcoquettishlyand the other two urged her on. I layquietlooking out from under my eyelashes in an agonyofdelightful anticipation.

The fair girl advanced and bentover metill I could feel the movement of her breath upon me. Sweet itwas in one sensehoney-sweetand sent the same tinglingthroughthe nerves as her voicebut with a bitter underlyingthe sweeta bitter offensivenessas one smells in blood. I wasafraid to raise my eyelidsbut looked out and saw perfectly underthelashes. The girl went on her kneesand bent over mesimplygloating. There wasa deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsiveand as shearched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animaltill Icould see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarletlips andon the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth.

Lower andlower went her head as the lips went below the range of mymouth andchin and seemed to fasten on my throat. Then she pausedand Icould hear the churning sound of her tongue as it lickedher teethand lipsand I could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then theskin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the handthat is totickle it approaches nearernearer. I could feel the softshiveringtouch of the lips on the super sensitive skin of my throatand thehard dents of two sharp teethjust touching and pausing there.

I closedmy eyes in languorous ecstasy and waitedwaited with beating heart. But atthat instantanother sensation swept through me as quickaslightning. I was conscious of the presence of the Countand of hisbeing as if lapped in a storm of fury.

As my eyesopenedinvoluntarily I saw his strong hand grasp the slenderneck ofthe fair woman and with giant's power draw it backthe blueeyes transformed with furythe white teeth champingwith rageand the fair cheeks blazing red with passion.

But theCount! Never did I imagine such wrath and furyeven tothe demons of the pit. His eyes were positively blazing. The redlight in them was luridas if the flames of hell fireblazedbehind them. His face was deathly paleand the linesof it werehard like drawn wires. The thick eyebrows that metover thenose now seemed like a heaving bar of whitehot metal.

With afierce sweep of his armhe hurled the woman from himand thenmotioned to the othersas though he were beating them back. It was thesame imperious gesture that I had seen used to the wolves. In a voicewhichthough low and almost in a whisper seemedto cutthrough the air and then ring in the room he said. How dare you cast eyeson himwhen I had forbidden it? BackI tell you all! This manbelongs to me! Beware how you meddle with himor you'llhave to deal with me.

The fairgirlwith a laugh of ribald coquetryturned to answer him. You never love! It seemedlike the pleasure of fiends. Then theCount turnedafter looking at my face attentivelyand saidin a soft whisper"YesI too can love. Youyourselves can tell it from the past. WellnowI promise you that when I am done with him you shallkiss himat your will. Now go! I must awaken himfor thereis work to be done. For answerhe nodded his head.

One of the women jumpedforwardand opened it. If my ears did not deceive me therewas a gaspand a low wailas of a half smothered child.

The womenclosed roundwhilst I was aghast with horror. But as Ilookedthey disappearedand with them the dreadful bag. There wasno door near themand they could not have passedme withoutmy noticing. They simply seemed to fade intothe raysof the moonlight and pass out through the windowfor Icould see outside the dimshadowy forms for a momentbeforethey entirely faded away. I awoke inmy own bed. If it be that I had not dreamtthe Countmust have carried me here.

I tried to satisfy myselfon thesubjectbut could not arrive at any unquestionable result. To besurethere were certain small evidencessuch as that myclotheswere folded and laid by in a manner which was not my habit.

My watchwas still unwoundand I am rigorously accustomed to windit thelast thing before going to bedand many such details. But thesethings are no prooffor they may have been evidences that mymind wasnot as usualandfor some cause or anotherI had certainlybeen muchupset. I must watch for proof. Of one thing I am glad.

If it wasthat the Count carried me here and undressed mehe musthave been hurried in his taskfor my pockets are intact.

I am surethis diary would have been a mystery to him whichhe wouldnot have brooked. He would have taken or destroyed it. As I lookround this roomalthough it has been to me so full of fearit is nowa sort of sanctuaryfor nothing can be more dreadfulthan thoseawful womenwho werewho arewaiting to suck my blood.

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When I got to the doorway at the topof thestairs I found it closed. It had been so forcibly drivenagainstthe jamb that part of the woodwork was splintered. I couldsee that the bolt of the lock had not been shotbut thedoor is fastened from the inside. I fear it was no dreamand mustact on this surmise. Last night the Countasked mein the sauvest tones to write three lettersone sayingthat my work here was nearly doneand that Ishouldstart for home within a few daysanother that I wasstartingon the next morning from the time of the letterand thethird that I had left the castle and arrived at Bistritz.

I wouldfain have rebelledbut felt that in the present stateof thingsit would be madness to quarrel openly with the Countwhilst Iam so absolutely in his power.

And to refusewould beto excite his suspicion and to arouse his anger. He knowsthat I know too muchand that I must not livelest I bedangerousto him. My only chance is to prolong my opportunities.

Somethingmay occur which will give ma a chance to escape. I saw inhis eyes something of that gathering wrath whichwasmanifest when he hurled that fair woman from him.

Heexplained to me that posts were few and uncertainand thatmy writing now would ensure ease of mind to my friends. And heassured me with so much impressiveness that he wouldcountermandthe later letterswhich would be held over at Bistritzuntil duetime in case chance would admit of my prolonging my staythat tooppose him would have been to create new suspicion.

Itherefore pretended to fall in with his viewsand askedhim whatdates I should put on the letters. Hecalculated a minuteand then said"The first should be June12the secondJune 19and the third June A band of Szgany have come to the castleand areencamped in the courtyard.

These are gipsies. I havenotes of them in my book. They are peculiar to this part ofthe worldthough allied to the ordinary gipsies all the world over.

There arethousands of them in Hungary and Transylvaniawho arealmost outside all law. They attach themselves as a ruleto somegreat noble or boyarand call themselves by his name. They arefearless and without religionsave superstitionand theytalk only their own varieties of the Romany tongue.

I shallwrite some letters homeand shall try to get themto havethem posted. I have already spoken to them throughmy windowto begin acquaintanceship. They took their hatsoff andmade obeisance and many signswhich howeverI couldnotunderstand any more than I could their spoken language.. I havewritten the letters. Mina's is in shorthandand I simplyask Mr. Hawkins to communicate with her. To her I have explainedmysituationbut without the horrors which I may only surmise. It wouldshock and frighten her to death were I to expose my heart to her.

Should theletters not carrythen the Count shall not yet knowmy secretor the extent of my knowledge. I havegiven the letters. I threw them through the bars of my windowwith agoldpieceand made what signs I could to have them posted. The manwho tookthempressed them to his heart and bowedand then put them in his cap. Il romanzo tocca temi come il ruolo della donna nella cultura vittoriana, le convenzioni sessuali, l'immigrazione, il colonialismo e post-colonialismo. Anche se Stoker non ha inventato il vampiro, ha definito la sua forma moderna, e il romanzo ha generato numerosi teatrali, cinematografici e televisivi interpretazioni.

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