Closeathandcamethehowlingofmanywolves。Itwasalmostasifthesoundsprangupattherisingofhishand，justasthemusicofagreatorchestraseemstoleapunderthebatonoftheconductor。
　　Afterapauseofamoment，heproceeded，inhisstatelyway，tothedoor，drewbacktheponderousbolts，unhookedtheheavychains，andbegantodrawitopen。
　　TomyintenseastonishmentIsawthatitwasunlocked。
　　Suspiciously，Ilookedallround，butcouldseenokeyofanykind。
　　Asthedoorbegantoopen，thehowlingofthewolveswithoutgrewlouderandangrier。Theirredjaws，withchampingteeth，andtheirblunt-clawedfeetastheyleaped，cameinthroughtheopeningdoor。
　　IknewthanthattostruggleatthemomentagainsttheCountwasuseless。
　　Withsuchalliesastheseathiscommand，Icoulddonothing。
　　Butstillthedoorcontinuedslowlytoopen，andonlytheCount'sbodystoodinthegap。Suddenlyitstruckmethatthismightbethemomentandmeansofmydoom。
　　Iwastobegiventothewolves，andatmyowninstigation。
　　TherewasadiabolicalwickednessintheideagreatenoughfortheCount，andasthelastchanceIcriedout，“Shutthedoor！
　　Ishallwaittillmorning。“AndIcoveredmyfacewithmyhandstohidemytearsofbitterdisappointment。
　　Withonesweepofhispowerfularm，theCountthrewthedoorshut，andthegreatboltsclangedandechoedthroughthehallastheyshotbackintotheirplaces。
　　Insilencewereturnedtothelibrary，andafteraminuteortwoIwenttomyownroom。ThelastIsawofCountDraculawashiskissinghishandtome，witharedlightoftriumphinhiseyes，andwithasmilethatJudasinhellmightbeproudof。
　　WhenIwasinmyroomandabouttoliedown，IthoughtIheardawhisperingatmydoor。Iwenttoitsoftlyandlistened。
　　Unlessmyearsdeceivedme，IheardthevoiceoftheCount。
　　“Back！Backtoyourownplace！Yourtimeisnotyetcome。Wait！Havepatience！Tonightismine。
　　Tomorrownightisyours！”
　　Therewasalow，sweetrippleoflaughter，andinarageIthrewopenthedoor，andsawwithoutthethreeterriblewomenlickingtheirlips。
　　AsIappeared，theyalljoinedinahorriblelaugh，andranaway。
　　Icamebacktomyroomandthrewmyselfonmyknees。
　　Itisthensoneartheend？Tomorrow！Tomorrow！Lord，helpme，andthosetowhomIamdear！
　　30June——ThesemaybethelastwordsIeverwriteinthisdiary。
　　Islepttilljustbeforethedawn，andwhenIwokethrewmyselfonmyknees，forIdeterminedthatifDeathcameheshouldfindmeready。
　　AtlastIfeltthatsubtlechangeintheair，andknewthatthemorninghadcome。Thencamethewelcomecockcrow，andIfeltthatIwassafe。
　　Withagladheart，Iopenedthedoorandrandownthehall。
　　Ihadseenthatthedoorwasunlocked，andnowescapewasbeforeme。
　　Withhandsthattrembledwitheagerness，Iunhookedthechainsandthrewbackthemassivebolts。
　　Butthedoorwouldnotmove。Despairseizedme。Ipulledandpulledatthedoor，andshookittill，massiveasitwas，itrattledinitscasement。Icouldseetheboltshot。
　　IthadbeenlockedafterIlefttheCount。
　　Thenawilddesiretookmetoobtainthekeyatanyrisk，andIdeterminedthenandtheretoscalethewallagain，andgaintheCount'sroom。Hemightkillme，butdeathnowseemedthehappierchoiceofevils。WithoutapauseIrusheduptotheeastwindow，andscrambleddownthewall，asbefore，intotheCount'sroom。Itwasempty，butthatwasasIexpected。
　　Icouldnotseeakeyanywhere，buttheheapofgoldremained。
　　Iwentthroughthedoorinthecorneranddownthewindingstairandalongthedarkpassagetotheoldchapel。
　　IknewnowwellenoughwheretofindthemonsterIsought。
　　Thegreatboxwasinthesameplace，closeagainstthewall，butthelidwaslaidonit，notfasteneddown，butwiththenailsreadyintheirplacestobehammeredhome。
　　IknewImustreachthebodyforthekey，soIraisedthelid，andlaiditbackagainstthewall。AndthenIsawsomethingwhichfilledmyverysoulwithhorror。TherelaytheCount，butlookingasifhisyouthhadbeenhalfrestored。
　　Forthewhitehairandmoustachewerechangedtodarkiron-grey。Thecheekswerefuller，andthewhiteskinseemedruby-redunderneath。Themouthwasredderthanever，foronthelipsweregoutsoffreshblood，whichtrickledfromthecornersofthemouthandrandownoverthechinandneck。
　　Eventhedeep，burningeyesseemedsetamongstswollenflesh，forthelidsandpouchesunderneathwerebloated。Itseemedasifthewholeawfulcreatureweresimplygorgedwithblood。
　　Helaylikeafilthyleech，exhaustedwithhisrepletion。
　　IshudderedasIbentovertotouchhim，andeverysenseinmerevoltedatthecontact，butIhadtosearch，orIwaslost。
　　Thecomingnightmightseemyownbodyabanquetinasimilarwartothosehorridthree。Ifeltalloverthebody，butnosigncouldIfindofthekey。ThenIstoppedandlookedattheCount。
　　Therewasamockingsmileonthebloatedfacewhichseemedtodrivememad。ThiswasthebeingIwashelpingtotransfertoLondon，where，perhaps，forcenturiestocomehemight，amongstitsteemingmillions，satiatehislustforblood，andcreateanewandever-wideningcircleofsemi-demonstobattenonthehelpless。
　　Theverythoughtdrovememad。Aterribledesirecameuponmetoridtheworldofsuchamonster。
　　Therewasnolethalweaponathand，butIseizedashovelwhichtheworkmenhadbeenusingtofillthecases，andliftingithigh，struck，withtheedgedownward，atthehatefulface。
　　ButasIdidsotheheadturned，andtheeyesfelluponme，withalltheirblazeofbasiliskhorror。Thesightseemedtoparalyzeme，andtheshovelturnedinmyhandandglancedfromtheface，merelymakingadeepgashabovetheforehead。
　　Theshovelfellfrommyhandacrossthebox，andasIpulleditawaytheflangeofthebladecaughttheedgeofthelidwhichfelloveragain，andhidthehorridthingfrommysight。
　　ThelastglimpseIhadwasofthebloatedface，blood-stainedandfixedwithagrinofmalicewhichwouldhavehelditsowninthenethermosthell。
　　Ithoughtandthoughtwhatshouldbemynextmove，butmybrainseemedonfire，andIwaitedwithadespairingfeelinggrowingoverme。AsIwaitedIheardinthedistanceagipsysongsungbymerryvoicescomingcloser，andthroughtheirsongtherollingofheavywheelsandthecrackingofwhips。
　　TheSzganyandtheSlovaksofwhomtheCounthadspokenwerecoming。
　　Withalastlookaroundandattheboxwhichcontainedthevilebody，IranfromtheplaceandgainedtheCount'sroom，determinedtorushoutatthemomentthedoorshouldbeopened。
　　Withstrainedears，Ilistened，andhearddownstairsthegrindingofthekeyinthegreatlockandthefallingbackoftheheavydoor。
　　Theremusthavebeensomeothermeansofentry，orsomeonehadakeyforoneofthelockeddoors。
　　Thentherecamethesoundofmanyfeettrampinganddyingawayinsomepassagewhichsentupaclangingecho。
　　Iturnedtorundownagaintowardsthevault，whereImightfindthenewentrance，butatthemomentthereseemedtocomeaviolentpuffofwind，andthedoortothewindingstairblewtowithashockthatsetthedustfromthelintelsflying。
　　WhenIrantopushitopen，Ifoundthatitwashopelesslyfast。
　　Iwasagainaprisoner，andthenetofdoomwasclosingroundmemoreclosely。
　　AsIwritethereisinthepassagebelowasoundofmanytrampingfeetandthecrashofweightsbeingsetdownheavily，doubtlesstheboxes，withtheirfreightofearth。
　　Therewasasoundofhammering。Itistheboxbeingnaileddown。
　　NowIcanheartheheavyfeettrampingagainalongthehall，withwithmanyotheridlefeetcomingbehindthem。
　　Thedoorisshut，thechainsrattle。Thereisagrindingofthekeyinthelock。Icanhearthekeywithdrawn，thenanotherdooropensandshuts。
　　Ihearthecreakingoflockandbolt。
　　Hark！Inthecourtyardanddowntherockywaytherollofheavywheels，thecrackofwhips，andthechorusoftheSzganyastheypassintothedistance。
　　Iamaloneinthecastlewiththosehorriblewomen。Faugh！Minaisawoman，andthereisnoughtincommon。TheyaredevilsofthePit！
　　Ishallnotremainalonewiththem。IshalltrytoscalethecastlewallfartherthanIhaveyetattempted。
　　Ishalltakesomeofthegoldwithme，lestIwantitlater。
　　Imayfindawayfromthisdreadfulplace。
　　Andthenawayforhome！Awaytothequickestandnearesttrain！
　　Awayfromthecursedspot，fromthiscursedland，wherethedevilandhischildrenstillwalkwithearthlyfeet！
　　AtleastGod'smercyisbetterthanthatofthosemonsters，andtheprecipiceissteepandhigh。Atitsfootamanmaysleep，asaman。Goodbye，all。Mina！
　　CHAPTER5
　　LETTERFROMMISSMINAMURRAYTOMISSLUCYWESTENRA
　　9May。
　　MydearestLucy，Forgivemylongdelayinwriting，butIhavebeensimplyoverwhelmedwithwork。Thelifeofanassistantschoolmistressissometimestrying。
　　Iamlongingtobewithyou，andbythesea，wherewecantalktogetherfreelyandbuildourcastlesintheair。Ihavebeenworkingveryhardlately，becauseIwanttokeepupwithJonathan'sstudies，andIhavebeenpracticingshorthandveryassiduously。
　　WhenwearemarriedIshallbeabletobeusefultoJonathan，andifIcanstenographwellenoughIcantakedownwhathewantstosayinthiswayandwriteitoutforhimonthetypewriter，atwhichalsoIampracticingveryhard。
　　HeandIsometimeswritelettersinshorthand，andheiskeepingastenographicjournalofhistravelsabroad。WhenIamwithyouIshallkeepadiaryinthesameway。Idon'tmeanoneofthosetwo-pages-to-the-week-with-Sunday-squeezed-in-a-cornerdiaries，butasortofjournalwhichIcanwriteinwheneverIfeelinclined。
　　Idonotsupposetherewillbemuchofinteresttootherpeople，butitisnotintendedforthem。ImayshowittoJonathansomedayifthereisinitanythingworthsharing，butitisreallyanexercisebook。
　　IshalltrytodowhatIseeladyjournalistsdo，interviewingandwritingdescriptionsandtryingtorememberconversations。Iamtoldthat，withalittlepractice，onecanrememberallthatgoesonorthatonehearssaidduringaday。
　　However，weshallsee。Iwilltellyouofmylittleplanswhenwemeet。
　　IhavejusthadafewhurriedlinesfromJonathanfromTransylvania。
　　Heiswell，andwillbereturninginaboutaweek。Iamlongingtohearallhisnews。Itmustbenicetoseestrangecountries。
　　Iwonderifwe，ImeanJonathanandI，shalleverseethemtogether。
　　Thereistheteno'clockbellringing。Goodbye。
　　YourlovingMinaTellmeallthenewswhenyouwrite。Youhavenottoldmeanythingforalongtime。Ihearrumours，andespeciallyofatall，handsome，curly-hairedman。？？？
　　LETTER，LUCYWESTENRATOMINAMURRAY
　　17，ChathamStreetWednesdayMydearestMina，Imustsayyoutaxmeveryunfairlywithbeingabadcorrespondent。
　　Iwroteyoutwicesinceweparted，andyourlastletterwasonlyyoursecond。Besides，Ihavenothingtotellyou。
　　Thereisreallynothingtointerestyou。
　　Townisverypleasantjustnow，andwegoagreatdealtopicture-galleriesandforwalksandridesinthepark。
　　Astothetall，curly-hairedman，IsupposeitwastheonewhowaswithmeatthelastPop。Someonehasevidentlybeentellingtales。
　　ThatwasMr。Holmwood。Heoftencomestoseeus，andheandMammagetonverywelltogether，theyhavesomanythingstotalkaboutincommon。
　　Wemetsometimeagoamanthatwouldjustdoforyou，ifyouwerenotalreadyengagedtoJonathan。Heisanexcellantparti，beinghandsome，welloff，andofgoodbirth。Heisadoctorandreallyclever。Justfancy！Heisonlynine-andtwenty，andhehasanimmenselunaticasylumallunderhisowncare。
　　Mr。Holmwoodintroducedhimtome，andhecalledheretoseeus，andoftencomesnow。IthinkheisoneofthemostresolutemenI
　　eversaw，andyetthemostcalm。Heseemsabsolutelyimperturbable。
　　Icanfancywhatawonderfulpowerhemusthaveoverhispatients。
　　Hehasacurioushabitoflookingonestraightintheface，asiftryingtoreadone'sthoughts。Hetriesthisonverymuchwithme，butIflattermyselfhehasgotatoughnuttocrack。
　　Iknowthatfrommyglass。
　　Doyouevertrytoreadyourownface？Ido，andIcantellyouitisnotabadstudy，andgivesyoumoretroublethanyoucanwellfancyifyouhavenevertriedit。
　　HesaythatIaffordhimacuriouspsychologicalstudy，andIhumblythinkIdo。Idonot，asyouknow，takesufficientinterestindresstobeabletodescribethenewfashions。
　　Dressisabore。Thatisslangagain，butnevermind。
　　Arthursaysthateveryday。
　　There，itisallout，Mina，wehavetoldalloursecretstoeachothersincewewerechildren。Wehaveslepttogetherandeatentogether，andlaughedandcriedtogether，andnow，thoughIhavespoken，Iwouldliketospeakmore。Oh，Mina，couldn'tyouguess？Ilovehim。
　　IamblushingasIwrite，foralthoughIthinkhelovesme，hehasnottoldmesoinwords。But，oh，Mina，Ilovehim。
　　Ilovehim！There，thatdoesmegood。
　　IwishIwerewithyou，dear，sittingbythefireundressing，asweusedtosit，andIwouldtrytotellyouwhatIfeel。
　　IdonotknowhowIamwritingthiseventoyou。
　　Iamafraidtostop，orIshouldtearuptheletter，andIdon'twanttostop，forIdosowanttotellyouall。
　　Letmehearfromyouatonce，andtellmeallthatyouthinkaboutit。Mina，prayformyhappiness。
　　LucyP。S——Ineednottellyouthisisasecret。Goodnightagain。L。
　　LETTER，LUCYWESTENRATOMINAMURRAY
　　24MayMydearestMina，Thanks，andthanks，andthanksagainforyoursweetletter。
　　Itwassonicetobeabletotellyouandtohaveyoursympathy。
　　Mydear，itneverrainsbutitpours。Howtruetheoldproverbsare。
　　HereamI，whoshallbetwentyinSeptember，andyetIneverhadaproposaltilltoday，notarealproposal，andtodayIhadthree。
　　Justfancy！Threeproposalsinoneday！Isn'titawful！
　　Ifeelsorry，reallyandtrulysorry，fortwoofthepoorfellows。
　　Oh，Mina，IamsohappythatIdon'tknowwhattodowithmyself。
　　Andthreeproposals！But，forgoodness'sake，don'ttellanyofthegirls，ortheywouldbegettingallsortsofextravagantideas，andimaginingthemselvesinjuredandslightedifintheirveryfirstdayathometheydidnotgetsixatleast。Somegirlsaresovain！
　　YouandI，Minadear，whoareengagedandaregoingtosettledownsoonsoberlyintooldmarriedwomen，candespisevanity。
　　Well，Imusttellyouaboutthethree，butyoumustkeepitasecret，dear，fromeveryoneexcept，ofcourse，Jonathan。
　　Youwilltellhim，becauseIwould，ifIwereinyourplace，certainlytellArthur。Awomanoughttotellherhusbandeverything。
　　Don'tyouthinkso，dear？AndImustbefair。Menlikewomen，certainlytheirwives，tobequiteasfairastheyare。Andwomen，Iamafraid，arenotalwaysquiteasfairastheyshouldbe。
　　Well，mydear，numberOnecamejustbeforelunch。
　　Itoldyouofhim，Dr。JohnSeward，thelunaticasylumman，withthestrongjawandthegoodforehead。
　　Hewasverycooloutwardly，butwasnervousallthesame。
　　Hehadevidentlybeenschoolinghimselfastoallsortsoflittlethings，andrememberedthem，buthealmostmanagedtositdownonhissilkhat，whichmendon'tgenerallydowhentheyarecool，andthenwhenhewantedtoappearateasehekeptplayingwithalancetinawaythatmademenearlyscream。
　　Hespoketome，Mina，verystraightfordwardly。HetoldmehowdearIwastohim，thoughhehadknownmesolittle，andwhathislifewouldbewithmetohelpandcheerhim。
　　HewasgoingtotellmehowunhappyhewouldbeifI
　　didnotcareforhim，butwhenhesawmecryhesaidhewasabruteandwouldnotaddtomypresenttrouble。
　　ThenhebrokeoffandaskedifIcouldlovehimintime，andwhenIshookmyheadhishandstrembled，andthenwithsomehesitationheaskedmeifIcaredalreadyforanyoneelse。
　　Heputitverynicely，sayingthathedidnotwanttowringmyconfidencefromme，butonlytoknow，becauseifawoman'sheartwasfreeamanmighthavehope。Andthen，Mina，Ifeltasortofdutytotellhimthattherewassomeone。
　　Ionlytoldhimthatmuch，andthenhestoodup，andhelookedverystrongandverygraveashetookbothmyhandsinhisandsaidhehopedIwouldbehappy，andthatIfIeverwantedafriendImustcounthimoneofmybest。
　　Oh，Minadear，Ican'thelpcrying，andyoumustexcusethisletterbeingallblotted。Beingproposedtoisallveryniceandallthatsortofthing，butitisn'tatallahappythingwhenyouhavetoseeapoorfellow，whomyouknowlovesyouhonestly，goingawayandlookingallbrokenhearted，andtoknowthat，nomatterwhathemaysayatthemoment，youarepassingoutofhislife。Mydear，Imuststophereatpresent，Ifeelsomiserable，thoughIamsohappy。
　　Evening。
　　Arthurhasjustgone，andIfeelinbetterspiritsthanwhenIleftoff，soIcangoontellingyouabouttheday。
　　Well，mydear，numberTwocameafterlunch。Heissuchanicefellow，andAmericanfromTexas，andhelookssoyoungandsofreshthatitseemsalmostimpossiblethathehasbeentosomanyplacesandhassuchadventures。
　　IsympathizewithpoorDesdemonawhenshehadsuchastreampouredinherear，evenbyablackman。Isupposethatwewomenaresuchcowardsthatwethinkamanwillsaveusfromfears，andwemarryhim。
　　IknownowwhatIwoulddoifIwereamanandwantedtomakeagirlloveme。No，Idon't，fortherewasMr。Morristellingushisstories，andArthurnevertoldany，andyet……
　　Mydear，Iamsomewhatprevious。Mr。QuincyP。Morrisfoundmealone。Itseemsthatamanalwaysdoesfindagirlalone。
　　No，hedoesn't，forArthurtriedtwicetomakeachance，andIhelpinghimallIcould，Iamnotashamedtosayitnow。
　　ImusttellyoubeforehandthatMr。Morrisdoesn'talwaysspeakslang，thatistosay，heneverdoessotostrangersorbeforethem，forheisreallywelleducatedandhasexquisitemanners，buthefoundoutthatitamusedmetohearhimtalkAmericanslang，andwheneverIwaspresent，andtherewasnoonetobeshocked，hesaidsuchfunnythings。
　　Iamafraid，mydear，hehastoinventitall，foritfitsexactlyintowhateverelsehehastosay。Butthisisawayslanghas。
　　IdonotknowmyselfifIshalleverspeakslang。
　　IdonotknowifArthurlikesit，asIhaveneverheardhimuseanyasyet。
　　Well，Mr。Morrissatdownbesidemeandlookedashappyandjollyashecould，butIcouldseeallthesamethathewasverynervous。
　　Hetookmyhandinhis，andsaideversosweetly……
　　“MissLucy，IknowIain'tgoodenoughtoregulatethefixin'sofyourlittleshoes，butIguessifyouwaittillyoufindamanthatisyouwillgojointhemsevenyoungwomenwiththelampswhenyouquit。
　　Won'tyoujusthitchupalongsideofmeandletusgodownthelongroadtogether，drivingindoubleharness？”
　　Well，hedidlooksohoodhumouredandsojollythatitdidn'tseemhalfsohardtorefusehimasitdidpoorDr。Seward。
　　SoIsaid，aslightlyasIcould，thatIdidnotknowanythingofhitching，andthatIwasn'tbrokentoharnessatallyet。
　　Thenhesaidthathehadspokeninalightmanner，andhehopedthatifhehadmadeamistakeindoingsoonsograve，somomentous，andoccasionforhim，Iwouldforgivehim。
　　Hereallydidlookseriouswhenhewassayingit，andIcouldn'thelpfeelingasortofexultationthathewasnumberTwoinoneday。
　　Andthen，mydear，beforeIcouldsayawordhebeganpouringoutaperfecttorrentoflove-making，layinghisveryheartandsoulatmyfeet。HelookedsoearnestoveritthatI
　　shallneveragainthinkthatamanmustbeplayfulalways，andneverearnest，becauseheismerryattimes。
　　Isupposehesawsomethinginmyfacewhichcheckedhim，forhesuddenlystopped，andsaidwithasortofmanlyfervourthatIcouldhavelovedhimforifIhadbeenfree……
　　“Lucy，youareanhonestheartedgirl，Iknow。IshouldnotbeherespeakingtoyouasIamnowifIdidnotbelieveyoucleangrit，rightthroughtotheverydepthsofyoursoul。Tellme，likeonegoodfellowtoanother，isthereanyoneelsethatyoucarefor？
　　AndifthereisI'llnevertroubleyouahair'sbreadthagain，butwillbe，ifyouwillletme，averyfaithfulfriend。“
　　MydearMina，whyaremensonoblewhenwewomenaresolittleworthyofthem？HerewasIalmostmakingfunofthisgreathearted，truegentleman。
　　Iburstintotears，Iamafraid，mydear，youwillthinkthisaverysloppyletterinmorewaysthanone，andIreallyfeltverybadly。
　　Whycan'ttheyletagirlmarrythreemen，orasmanyaswanther，andsaveallthistrouble？Butthisisheresy，andImustnotsayit。
　　Iamgladtosaythat，thoughIwascrying，IwasabletolookintoMr。Morris'braveeyes，andItoldhimoutstraight……
　　“Yes，thereissomeoneIlove，thoughhehasnottoldmeyetthatheevenlovesme。“Iwasrighttospeaktohimsofrankly，forquitealightcameintohisface，andheputoutbothhishandsandtookmine，IthinkIputthemintohis，andsaidinaheartyway……
　　“That'smybravegirl。It'sbetterworthbeinglateforachanceofwinningyouthanbeingintimeforanyothergirlintheworld。Don'tcry，mydear。Ifit'sforme，I'mahardnuttocrack，andItakeitstandingup。
　　Ifthatotherfellowdoesn'tknowhishappiness，well，he'dbetterlookforitsoon，orhe'llhavetodealwithme。
　　Littlegirl，yourhonestyandpluckhavemademeafriend，andthat'srarerthanalover，it'smoreselfishanyhow。
　　Mydear，I'mgoingtohaveaprettylonelywalkbetweenthisandKingdomCome。Won'tyougivemeonekiss？
　　It'llbesomethingtokeepoffthedarknessnowandthen。
　　Youcan，youknow，ifyoulike，forthatothergoodfellow，oryoucouldnotlovehim，hasn'tspokenyet。“
　　Thatquitewonme，Mina，foritwasbraveandsweetofhim，andnobletoo，toarival，wasn'tit？Andhesosad，soIleantoverandkissedhim。
　　Hestoodupwithmytwohandsinhis，andashelookeddownintomyface，IamafraidIwasblushingverymuch，hesaid，“Littlegirl，Iholdyourhand，andyou'vekissedme，andifthesethingsdon'tmakeusfriendsnothingeverwill。
　　Thankyouforyoursweethonestytome，andgoodbye。“
　　Hewrungmyhand，andtakinguphishat，wentstraightoutoftheroomwithoutlookingback，withoutatearoraquiverorapause，andIamcryinglikeababy。
　　Oh，whymustamanlikethatbemadeunhappywhentherearelotsofgirlsaboutwhowouldworshiptheverygroundhetrodon？
　　IknowIwouldifIwerefree，onlyIdon'twanttobefreeMydear，thisquiteupsetme，andIfeelIcannotwriteofhappinessjustatonce，aftertellingyouofit，andIdon'twishtotellofthenumberThreeuntilitcanbeallhappy。
　　Everyourloving……
　　LucyP。S——Oh，aboutnumberThree，Ineedn'ttellyouofnumberThree，needI？
　　Besides，itwasallsoconfused。Itseemedonlyamomentfromhiscomingintotheroomtillbothhisarmswereroundme，andhewaskissingme。
　　Iamvery，veryhappy，andIdon'tknowwhatIhavedonetodeserveit。
　　ImustonlytryinthefuturetoshowthatIamnotungratefultoGodforallHisgoodnesstomeinsendingtomesuchalover，suchahusband，andsuchafriend。
　　Goodbye。
　　DR。SEWARD'SDIARYKeptinphonograph
　　25May——Ebbtideinappetitetoday。Cannoteat，cannotrest，sodiaryinstead。sincemyrebuffofyesterdayIhaveasortofemptyfeeling。
　　Nothingintheworldseemsofsufficientimportancetobeworththedoing。
　　AsIknewthattheonlycureforthissortofthingwaswork，Iwentamongstthepatients。Ipickedoutonewhohasaffordedmeastudyofmuchinterest。
　　HeissoquaintthatIamdeterminedtounderstandhimaswellasIcan。
　　TodayIseemedtogetnearerthaneverbeforetotheheartofhismystery。
　　IquestionedhimmorefullythanIhadeverdone，withaviewtomakingmyselfmasterofthefactsofhishallucination。
　　Inmymannerofdoingittherewas，Inowsee，somethingofcruelty。
　　Iseemedtowishtokeephimtothepointofhismadness，athingwhichIavoidwiththepatientsasIwouldthemouthofhell。
　　Mem。，UnderwhatcircumstanceswouldInotavoidthepitofhell？OmniaRomaevenaliasunt。Hellhasitsprice！
　　Iftherebeanythingbehindthisinstinctitwillbevaluabletotraceitafterwardsaccurately，soIhadbettercommencetodoso，therefore……
　　R。M，Renfield，age59。Sanguinetemperament，greatphysicalstrength，morbidlyexcitable，periodsofgloom，endinginsomefixedideawhichI
　　cannotmakeout。Ipresumethatthesanguinetemperamentitselfandthedisturbinginfluenceendinamentally-accomplishedfinish，apossiblydangerousman，probablydangerousifunselfish。Inselfishmencautionisassecureanarmourfortheirfoesasforthemselves。
　　WhatIthinkofonthispointis，whenselfisthefixedpointthecentripetalforceisbalancedwiththecentrifugal。Whenduty，acause，etc。，isthefixedpoint，thelatterforceisparamount，andonlyaccidentofaseriesofaccidentscanbalanceit。
　　LETTER，QUINCEYP。MORRISTOHON。ARTHURHOLMOOD
　　25May。
　　MydearArt，We'vetoldyarnsbythecampfireintheprairies，anddressedoneanother'swoundsaftertryingalandingattheMarquesas，anddrunkhealthsontheshoreofTiticaca。Therearemoreyarnstobetold，andotherwoundstobehealed，andanotherhealthtobedrunk。Won'tyouletthisbeatmycampfiretomorrownight？
　　Ihavenohesitationinaskingyou，asIknowacertainladyisengagedtoacertaindinnerparty，andthatyouarefree。
　　Therewillonlybeoneother，ouroldpalattheKorea，JackSeward。
　　He'scoming，too，andwebothwanttomingleourweepsoverthewinecup，andtodrinkahealthwithallourheartstothehappiestmaninallthewideworld，whohaswonthenoblestheartthatGodhasmadeandbestworthwinning。Wepromiseyouaheartywelcome，andalovinggreeting，andahealthastrueasyourownrighthand。
　　Weshallbothsweartoleaveyouathomeifyoudrinktoodeeptoacertainpairofeyes。Come！
　　Yours，aseverandalways，QuinceyP。MorrisTELEGRAMFROMARTHURHOLMWOODTOQUINCEYP。MORRIS
　　26MayCountmeineverytime。Ibearmessageswhichwillmakebothyourearstingle。
　　ArtCHAPTER6
　　MINAMURRAY'SJOURNAL
　　24July。Whitby——Lucymetmeatthestation，lookingsweeterandlovlierthanever，andwedroveuptothehouseattheCrescentinwhichtheyhaverooms。Thisisalovelyplace。Thelittleriver，theEsk，runsthroughadeepvalley，whichbroadensoutasitcomesneartheharbour。Agreatviaductrunsacross，withhighpiers，throughwhichtheviewseemssomehowfurtherawaythanitreallyis。
　　Thevalleyisbeautifullygreen，anditissosteepthatwhenyouareonthehighlandoneithersideyoulookrightacrossit，unlessyouarenearenoughtoseedown。Thehousesoftheoldtown——
　　thesideawayfromus，areallred-roofed，andseempileduponeovertheotheranyhow，likethepicturesweseeofNuremberg。
　　RightoverthetownistheruinofWhitbyAbbey，whichwassackedbytheDanes，andwhichisthesceneofpartof“Marmion，“
　　wherethegirlwasbuiltupinthewall。Itisamostnobleruin，ofimmensesize，andfullofbeautifulandromanticbits。
　　Thereisalegendthatawhiteladyisseeninoneofthewindows。
　　Betweenitandthetownthereisanotherchurch，theparishone，roundwhichisabiggraveyard，allfulloftombstones。
　　ThisistomymindthenicestspotinWhitby，foritliesrightoverthetown，andhasafullviewoftheharbourandallupthebaytowheretheheadlandcalledKettlenessstretchesoutintothesea。
　　Itdescendssosteeplyovertheharbourthatpartofthebankhasfallenaway，andsomeofthegraveshavebeendestroyed。
　　Inoneplacepartofthestoneworkofthegravesstretchesoutoverthesandypathwayfarbelow。Therearewalks，withseatsbesidethem，throughthechurchyard，andpeoplegoandsittherealldaylonglookingatthebeautifulviewandenjoyingthebreeze。
　　Ishallcomeandsithereoftenmyselfandwork。
　　Indeed，Iamwritingnow，withmybookonmyknee，andlisteningtothetalkofthreeoldmenwhoaresittingbesideme。
　　Theyseemtodonothingalldaybutsithereandtalk。
　　Theharbourliesbelowme，with，onthefarside，onelonggranitewallstretchingoutintothesea，withacurveoutwardsattheendofit，inthemiddleofwhichisalighthouse。
　　Aheavyseawallrunsalongoutsideofit。Onthenearside，theseawallmakesanelbowcrookedinversely，anditsendtoohasalighthouse。
　　Betweenthetwopiersthereisanarrowopeningintotheharbour，whichthensuddenlywidens。
　　Itisniceathighwater，butwhenthetideisoutitshoalsawaytonothing，andthereismerelythestreamoftheEsk，runningbetweenbanksofsand，withrockshereandthere。
　　Outsidetheharbouronthissidethererisesforabouthalfamileagreatreef，thesharpofwhichrunsstraightoutfrombehindthesouthlighthouse。Attheendofitisabuoywithabell，whichswingsinbadweather，andsendsinamournfulsoundonthewind。
　　Theyhavealegendherethatwhenashipislostbellsareheardoutatsea。
　　Imustasktheoldmanaboutthis。Heiscomingthisway……
　　Heisafunnyoldman。Hemustbeawfullyold，forhisfaceisgnarledandtwistedlikethebarkofatree。
　　Hetellsmethatheisnearlyahundred，andthathewasasailorintheGreenlandfishingfleetwhenWaterloowasfought。
　　Heis，Iamafraid，averyscepticalperson，forwhenIaskedhimaboutthebellsatseaandtheWhiteLadyattheabbeyhesaidverybrusquely，“Iwouldn'tfashmasel'aboutthem，miss。Themthingsbeallworeout。Mind，Idon'tsaythattheyneverwas，butIdosaythattheywasn'tinmytime。Theybeallverywellforcomersandtrippers，an'thelike，butnotforaniceyoungladylikeyou。
　　Themfeet-folksfromYorkandLeedsthatbealwayseatin'curedherrin'sanddrinkin'teaan'lookin'outtobuycheapjetwouldcreedaught。
　　Iwondermasel'who'dbebotheredtellin'liestothem，eventhenewspapers，whichisfulloffool-talk。“
　　Ithoughthewouldbeagoodpersontolearninterestingthingsfrom，soIaskedhimifhewouldmindtellingmesomethingaboutthewhalefishingintheolddays。
　　Hewasjustsettlinghimselftobeginwhentheclockstrucksix，whereuponhelabouredtogetup，andsaid，“Imustgangageeanwardshomenow，miss。Mygrand-daughterdoesn'tliketobekeptwaitin'whentheteaisready，forittakesmetimetocrammleaboonthegrees，fortherebeamanyof`em，andmiss，Ilackbelly-timbersairlybytheclock。“
　　Hehobbledaway，andIcouldseehimhurrying，aswellashecould，downthesteps。Thestepsareagreatfeatureontheplace。
　　Theyleadfromthetowntothechurch，therearehundredsofthem，Idonotknowhowmany，andtheywindupinadelicatecurve。
　　Theslopeissogentlethatahorsecouldeasilywalkupanddownthem。
　　Ithinktheymustoriginallyhavehadsomethingtodowiththeabbey。
　　Ishallgohometoo。Lucywentout，visitingwithhermother，andastheywereonlydutycalls，Ididnotgo。
　　1August——IcameuphereanhouragowithLucy，andwehadamostinterestingtalkwithmyoldfriendandthetwootherswhoalwayscomeandjoinhim。
　　HeisevidentlytheSirOracleofthem，andIshouldthinkmusthavebeeninhistimeamostdictatorialperson。
　　Hewillnotadmitanything，anddownfaceseverybody。
　　Ifhecan'tout-arguethemhebulliesthem，andthentakestheirsilenceforagreementwithhisviews。
　　Lucywaslookingsweetlyprettyinherwhitelawnfrock。
　　Shehasgotabeautifulcoloursinceshehasbeenhere。
　　Inoticedthattheoldmendidnotloseanytimeincomingandsittingnearherwhenwesatdown。Sheissosweetwitholdpeople，Ithinktheyallfellinlovewithheronthespot。
　　Evenmyoldmansuccumbedanddidnotcontradicther，butgavemedoubleshareinstead。Igothimonthesubjectofthelegends，andhewentoffatonceintoasortofsermon。
　　Imusttrytorememberitandputitdown。
　　“Itbeallfool-talk，lock，stock，andbarrel，that'swhatitbeandnowtelse。Thesebansan'waftsan'boh-ghostsan'
　　bar-guestsan'boglesan'allanentthemisonlyfittosetbairnsan'
　　dizzywomena'belderin'。Theybenowtbutair-blebs。They，an'
　　allgrimsan'signsan'warnin's，beallinventedbyparsonsan'
　　illsomeberk-bodiesan'railwaytouterstoskeeran'scunnerhafflin's，an'
　　togetfolkstodosomethin'thattheydon'totherinclineto。
　　Itmakesmeirefultothinko'them。Why，it'sthemthat，notcontentwithprintin'liesonpaperan'preachin'themoutofpulpits，doeswanttobecuttin'themonthetombstones。Lookhereallaroundyouinwhatairtyewill。Allthemsteans，holdin'uptheirheadsaswellastheycanoutoftheirpride，isacant，simplytumblin'
　　downwiththeweighto'thelieswroteonthem，`Hereliesthebody'
　　or`Sacredtothememory'wroteonallofthem，an'yetinnighhalfofthemtherebean'tnobodiesatall，an'thememoriesofthembean'tcaredapinchofsnuffabout，muchlesssacred。
　　Liesallofthem，nothin'butliesofonekindoranother！
　　Mygog，butit'llbeaquarescowdermentattheDayofJudgmentwhentheycometumblin'upintheirdeath-sarks，alljoupedtogetheran'trying'todragtheirtombsteanswiththemtoprovehowgoodtheywas，someofthemtrimmlin'an'dithering，withtheirhandsthatdozzenedan'slipperyfromlyin'intheseathattheycan'tevenkeeptheirgurpo'them。“
　　Icouldseefromtheoldfellow'sself-satisfiedairandthewayinwhichhelookedroundfortheapprovalofhiscroniesthathewas“showingoff，“
　　soIputinawordtokeephimgoing。
　　“Oh，Mr。Swales，youcan'tbeserious。Surelythesetombstonesarenotallwrong？”
　　“Yabblins！Theremaybeapoorishfewnotwrong，savin'wheretheymakeoutthepeopletoogood，fortherebefolkthatdothinkabalm-bowlbelikethesea，ifonlyitbetheirown。
　　Thewholethingbeonlylies。Nowlookyouhere。
　　Youcomehereastranger，an'youseethiskirkgarth。“
　　Inodded，forIthoughtitbettertoassent，thoughIdidnotquiteunderstandhisdialect。Iknewithadsomethingtodowiththechurch。
　　Hewenton，“Andyouconsatethatallthesesteansbeaboonfolkthatbehapedhere，snodan'snog？”Iassentedagain。
　　“Thenthatbejustwheretheliecomesin。Why，therebescoresoftheselaybedsthatbetoomasoldDun's`baccaboxonFridaynight。“
　　Henudgedoneofhiscompanions，andtheyalllaughed。
　　“And，mygog！Howcouldtheybeotherwise？Lookatthatone，theaftestabaftthebier-bank，readit！”
　　Iwentoverandread，“EdwardSpencelagh，mastermariner，murderedbypiratesoffthecoastofAndres，April，1854，age30。“
　　WhenIcamebackMr。Swaleswenton，“Whobroughthimhome，Iwonder，tohaphimhere？MurderedoffthecoastofAndres！An'youconsatedhisbodylayunder！
　　Why，IcouldnameyeadozenwhoseboneslieintheGreenlandseasabove，“
　　hepointednorthwards，“orwherethecurrantsmayhavedriftedthem。
　　Therebethesteansaroundye。Yecan，withyouryoungeyes，readthesmallprintoftheliesfromhere。ThisBraithwaiteLowery，Iknewhisfather，lostintheLivelyoffGreenlandin`20，orAndrewWoodhouse，drownedinthesameseasin1777，orJohnPaxton，drownedoffCapeFarewellayearlater，oroldJohnRawlings，whosegrandfathersailedwithme，drownedintheGulfofFinlandin`50。DoyethinkthatallthesemenwillhavetomakearushtoWhitbywhenthetrumpetsounds？Ihavemeantherumsabootit！
　　Itellyethatwhentheygotherethey'dbejommlin'andjostlin'
　　oneanotherthatwaythatit`udbelikeafightupontheiceintheolddays，whenwe'dbeatoneanotherfromdaylighttodark，an'tryin'totieupourcutsbytheauroraborealis。“
　　Thiswasevidentlylocalpleasantry，fortheoldmancackledoverit，andhiscroniesjoinedinwithgusto。
　　“But，“Isaid，“surelyyouarenotquitecorrect，foryoustartontheassumptionthatallthepoorpeople，ortheirspirits，willhavetotaketheirtombstoneswiththemontheDayofJudgment。
　　Doyouthinkthatwillbereallynecessary？”
　　“Well，whatelsebetheytombstonesfor？Answermethat，miss！”
　　“Topleasetheirrelatives，Isuppose。“
　　“Topleasetheirrelatives，yousuppose！”Thishesaidwithintensescorn。
　　“Howwillitpleasuretheirrelativestoknowthatliesiswroteoverthem，andthateverybodyintheplaceknowsthattheybelies？”
　　Hepointedtoastoneatourfeetwhichhadbeenlaiddownasaslab，onwhichtheseatwasrested，closetotheedgeofthecliff。
　　“Readtheliesonthatthruff-stone，“hesaid。
　　TheletterswereupsidedowntomefromwhereIsat，butLucywasmoreoppositetothem，sosheleantoverandread，“SacredtothememoryofGeorgeCanon，whodied，inthehopeofagloriousresurrection，onJuly29，1873，fallingfromtherocksatKettleness。
　　Thistombwaserectedbyhissorrowingmothertoherdearlybelovedson。`Hewastheonlysonofhismother，andshewasawidow。'
　　Really，Mr。Swales，Idon'tseeanythingveryfunnyinthat！”
　　Shespokehercommentverygravelyandsomewhatseverely。
　　“Yedon'tseeaughtfunny！Ha-ha！Butthat'sbecauseyedon'tgawmthesorrowin'motherwasahell-catthathatedhimbecausehewasacrewk'd，aregularlamiterhewas，an'hehatedhersothathecommittedsuicideinorderthatshemightn'tgetaninsurancesheputonhislife。Heblewnighthetopofhisheadoffwithanoldmusketthattheyhadforscarin'
　　crowswith。`twarn'tforcrowsthen，foritbroughttheclegsandthedowpstohim。That'sthewayhefellofftherocks。
　　And，astohopesofagloriousresurrection，I'veoftenheardhimsaymasel'thathehopedhe'dgotohell，forhismotherwassopiousthatshe'dbesuretogotoheaven，an'hedidn'twanttoaddlewhereshewas。Nowisn'tthatsteanatanyrate，“
　　hehammereditwithhisstickashespoke，“apackoflies？
　　Andwon'titmakeGabrielkecklewhenGeordiecomespantin'
　　utthegreeswiththetompsteanbalancedonhishump，andaskstobetookasevidence！”
　　Ididnotknowwhattosay，butLucyturnedtheconversationasshesaid，risingup，“Oh，whydidyoutellusofthis？
　　Itismyfavoriteseat，andIcannotleaveit，andnowIfindImustgoonsittingoverthegraveofasuicide。“
　　“Thatwon'tharmye，mypretty，an'itmaymakepoorGeordiegladsometohavesotrimalasssittin'onhislap。
　　Thatwon'thurtye。Why，I'vesathereoffan'onfornightwentyyearspast，an'ithasn'tdonemenoharm。
　　Don'tyefashaboutthemasliesunderye，orthatdoesn'
　　liethereeither！It'llbetimeforyetobegettingscartwhenyeseethetombsteansallrunawaywith，andtheplaceasbareasastubble-field。There'stheclock，and'Imustgang。
　　Myservicetoye，ladies！”Andoffhehobbled。
　　LucyandIsatawhile，anditwasallsobeautifulbeforeusthatwetookhandsaswesat，andshetoldmealloveragainaboutArthurandtheircomingmarriage。
　　Thatmademejustalittleheart-sick，forIhaven'theardfromJonathanforawholemonth。
　　Thesameday。Icameupherealone，forIamverysad。Therewasnoletterforme。IhopetherecannotbeanythingthematterwithJonathan。
　　Theclockhasjuststrucknine。Iseethelightsscatteredalloverthetown，sometimesinrowswherethestreetsare，andsometimessingly。
　　TheyrunrightuptheEskanddieawayinthecurveofthevalley。
　　Tomylefttheviewiscutoffbyablacklineofroofoftheoldhousenexttotheabbey。Thesheepandlambsarebleatinginthefieldsawaybehindme，andthereisaclatterofdonkeys'hoofsupthepavedroadbelow。
　　Thebandonthepierisplayingaharshwaltzingoodtime，andfurtheralongthequaythereisaSalvationArmymeetinginabackstreet。
　　Neitherofthebandshearstheother，butuphereIhearandseethemboth。IwonderwhereJonathanisandifheisthinkingofme！
　　Iwishhewerehere。
　　DR。SEWARD'SDIARY
　　5June——ThecaseofRenfieldgrowsmoreinterestingthemoreIgettounderstandtheman。Hehascertainqualitiesverylargelydeveloped，selfishness，secrecy，andpurpose。
　　IwishIcouldgetatwhatistheobjectofthelatter。Heseemstohavesomesettledschemeofhisown，butwhatitisIdonotknow。
　　Hisredeemingqualityisaloveofanimals，though，indeed，hehassuchcuriousturnsinitthatIsometimesimagineheisonlyabnormallycruel。
　　Hispetsareofoddsorts。
　　Justnowhishobbyiscatchingflies。HehasatpresentsuchaquantitythatIhavehadmyselftoexpostulate。
　　Tomyastonishment，hedidnotbreakoutintoafury，asIexpected，buttookthematterinsimpleseriousness。
　　Hethoughtforamoment，andthensaid，“MayIhavethreedays？
　　Ishallclearthemaway。“Ofcourse，Isaidthatwoulddo。
　　Imustwatchhim。
　　18June——Hehasturnedhismindnowtospiders，andhasgotseveralverybigfellowsinabox。Hekeepsfeedingthemhisflies，andthenumberofthelatterisbecomingsensiblydiminished，althoughhehasusedhalfhisfoodinattractingmorefliesfromoutsidetohisroom。
　　1July——Hisspidersarenowbecomingasgreatanuisanceashisflies，andtodayItoldhimthathemustgetridofthem。
　　Helookedverysadatthis，soIsaidthathemustsomeofthem，atallevents。Hecheerfullyacquiescedinthis，andIgavehimthesametimeasbeforeforreduction。
　　Hedisgustedmemuchwhilewithhim，forwhenahorridblowfly，bloatedwithsomecarrionfood，buzzedintotheroom，hecaughtit，helditexultantlyforafewmomentsbetweenhisfingerandthumb，andbeforeIknewwhathewasgoingtodo，putitinhismouthandateit。
　　Iscoldedhimforit，buthearguedquietlythatitwasverygoodandverywholesome，thatitwaslife，stronglife，andgavelifetohim。
　　Thisgavemeanidea，ortherudimentofone。Imustwatchhowhegetsridofhisspiders。
　　Hehasevidentlysomedeepprobleminhismind，forhekeepsalittlenotebookinwhichheisalwaysjottingdownsomething。
　　wholepagesofitarefilledwithmassesoffigures，generallysinglenumbersaddedupinbatches，andthenthetotalsaddedinbatchesagain，asthoughhewerefocussingsomeaccount，astheauditorsputit。
　　8July——Thereisamethodinhismadness，andtherudimentaryideainmymindisgrowing。Itwillbeawholeideasoon，andthen，oh，unconsciouscerebration，youwillhavetogivethewalltoyourconsciousbrother。
　　Ikeptawayfrommyfriendforafewdays，sothatImightnoticeiftherewereanychange。Thingsremainastheywereexceptthathehaspartedwithsomeofhispetsandgotanewone。
　　Hehasmanagedtogetasparrow，andhasalreadypartiallytamedit。
　　Hismeansoftamingissimple，foralreadythespidershavediminshed。
　　Thosethatdoremain，however，arewellfed，forhestillbringsinthefliesbytemptingthemwithhisfood。
　　19July——Weareprogressing。Myfriendhasnowawholecolonyofsparrows，andhisfliesandspidersarealmostobliterated。WhenIcameinherantomeandsaidhewantedtoaskmeagreatfavour，avery，verygreatfavour。
　　Andashespoke，hefawnedonmelikeadog。
　　Iaskedhimwhatitwas，andhesaid，withasortofraptureinhisvoiceandbearing，“Akitten，anice，little，sleekplayfulkitten，thatIcanplaywith，andteach，andfeed，andfeed，andfeed！”
　　Iwasnotunpreparedforthisrequest，forIhadnoticedhowhispetswentonincreasinginsizeandvivacity，butI
　　didnotcarethathisprettyfamilyoftamesparrowsshouldbewipedoutinthesamemannerasthefliesandspiders。
　　SoIsaidIwouldseeaboutit，andaskedhimifhewouldnotratherhaveacatthanakitten。
　　Hiseagernessbetrayedhimasheanswered，“Oh，yes，Iwouldlikeacat！
　　Ionlyaskedforakittenlestyoushouldrefusemeacat。
　　Noonewouldrefusemeakitten，wouldthey？”
　　Ishookmyhead，andsaidthatatpresentIfeareditwouldnotbepossible，butthatIwouldseeaboutit。
　　Hisfacefell，andIcouldseeawarningofdangerinit，fortherewasasuddenfierce，sidelonglookwhichmeantkilling。
　　Themanisanundevelopedhomicidalmaniac。Ishalltesthimwithhispresentcravingandseehowitwillworkout，thenIshallknowmore。
　　10pm——Ihavevisitedhimagainandfoundhimsittinginacornerbrooding。
　　WhenIcameinhethrewhimselfonhiskneesbeforemeandimploredmetolethimhaveacat，thathissalvationdependeduponit。
　　Iwasfirm，however，andtoldhimthathecouldnothaveit，whereuponhewentwithoutaword，andsatdown，gnawinghisfingers，inthecornerwhereIhadfoundhim。
　　Ishallseehiminthemorningearly。
　　20July——VisitedRenfieldveryearly，beforeattendantwenthisrounds。
　　Foundhimupandhummingatune。Hewasspreadingouthissugar，whichhehadsaved，inthewindow，andwasmanifestlybeginninghisflycatchingagain，andbeginningitcheerfullyandwithagoodgrace。
　　Ilookedaroundforhisbirds，andnotseeingthem，askedhimwheretheywere。
　　Hereplied，withoutturninground，thattheyhadallflownaway。
　　Therewereafewfeathersabouttheroomandonhispillowadropofblood。
　　Isaidnothing，butwentandtoldthekeepertoreporttomeiftherewereanythingoddabouthimduringtheday。
　　11am——TheattendanthasjustbeentoseemetosaythatRenfieldhasbeenverysickandhasdisgorgedawholelotoffeathers。
　　“Mybeliefis，doctor，“hesaid，“thathehaseatenhisbirds，andthathejusttookandatethemraw！”
　　11pm——IgaveRenfieldastrongopiatetonight，enoughtomakeevenhimsleep，andtookawayhispocketbooktolookatit。
　　Thethoughtthathasbeenbuzzingaboutmybrainlatelyiscomplete，andthetheoryproved。
　　Myhomicidalmaniacisofapeculiarkind。Ishallhavetoinventanewclassificationforhim，andcallhimazoophagouslife-eatingmaniac。
　　Whathedesiresistoabsorbasmanylivesashecan，andhehaslaidhimselfouttoachieveitinacumulativeway。Hegavemanyfliestoonespiderandmanyspiderstoonebird，andthenwantedacattoeatthemanybirds。
　　Whatwouldhavebeenhislatersteps？
　　Itwouldalmostbeworthwhiletocompletetheexperiment。
　　Itmightbedoneiftherewereonlyasufficientcause。
　　Mensneeredatvivisection，andyetlookatitsresultstoday！
　　Whynotadvancescienceinitsmostdifficultandvitalaspect，theknowledgeofthebrain？
　　HadIeventhesecretofonesuchmind，didIholdthekeytothefancyofevenonelunatic，ImightadvancemyownbranchofsciencetoapitchcomparedwithwhichBurdon-Sanderson'sphysiologyorFerrier'sbrainknowledgewouldbeasnothing。Ifonlytherewereasufficientcause！
　　Imustnotthinktoomuchofthis，orImaybetempted。
　　Agoodcausemightturnthescalewithme，formaynotItoobeofanexceptionalbrain，congenitally？
　　Howwellthemanreasoned。Lunaticsalwaysdowithintheirownscope。
　　Iwonderathowmanyliveshevaluesaman，orifatonlyone。
　　Hehasclosedtheaccountmostaccurately，andtodaybegunanewrecord。
　　Howmanyofusbeginanewrecordwitheachdayofourlives？
　　Tomeitseemsonlyyesterdaythatmywholelifeendedwithmynewhope，andthattrulyIbegananewrecord。
　　SoitshallbeuntiltheGreatRecordersumsmeupandclosesmyledgeraccountwithabalancetoprofitorloss。
　　Oh，Lucy，Lucy，Icannotbeangrywithyou，norcanIbeangrywithmyfriendwhosehappinessisyours，butImustonlywaitonhopelessandwork。Work！Work！
　　IfIcouldhaveasstrongacauseasmypoormadfriendthere，agood，unselfishcausetomakemework，thatwouldbeindeedhappiness。
　　MINAMURRAY'SJOURNAL
　　26July——Iamanxious，anditsoothesmetoexpressmyselfhere。
　　Itislikewhisperingtoone'sselfandlisteningatthesametime。
　　Andthereisalsosomethingabouttheshorthandsymbolsthatmakesitdifferentfromwriting。IamunhappyaboutLucyandaboutJonathan。
　　IhadnotheardfromJonathanforsometime，andwasveryconcerned，butyesterdaydearMr。Hawkins，whoisalwayssokind，sentmealetterfromhim。Ihadwrittenaskinghimifhehadheard，andhesaidtheenclosedhadjustbeenreceived。ItisonlyalinedatedfromCastleDracula，andsaysthatheisjuststartingforhome。ThatisnotlikeJonathan。
　　Idonotunderstandit，anditmakesmeuneasy。
　　Then，too，Lucy，althoughsheissowell，haslatelytakentoheroldhabitofwalkinginhersleep。Hermotherhasspokentomeaboutit，andwehavedecidedthatIamtolockthedoorofourroomeverynight。
　　Mrs。Westenrahasgotanideathatsleep-walkersalwaysgooutonroofsofhousesandalongtheedgesofcliffsandthengetsuddenlywakenedandfalloverwithadespairingcrythatechoesallovertheplace。
　　Poordear，sheisnaturallyanxiousaboutLucy，andshetellsmethatherhusband，Lucy'sfather，hadthesamehabit，thathewouldgetupinthenightanddresshimselfandgoout，ifhewerenotstopped。
　　Lucyistobemarriedintheautumn，andsheisalreadyplanningoutherdressesandhowherhouseistobearranged。
　　Isympathisewithher，forIdothesame，onlyJonathanandI
　　willstartinlifeinaverysimpleway，andshallhavetotrytomakebothendsmeet。
　　Mr。Holmwood，heistheHon。ArthurHolmwood，onlysonofLordGodalming，iscominguphereveryshortly，assoonashecanleavetown，forhisfatherisnotverywell，andIthinkdearLucyiscountingthemomentstillhecomes。
　　ShewantstotakehimupintheseatonthechurchyardcliffandshowhimthebeautyofWhitby。Idaresayitisthewaitingwhichdisturbsher。
　　Shewillbeallrightwhenhearrives。
　　27July——NonewsfromJonathan。Iamgettingquiteuneasyabouthim，thoughwhyIshouldIdonotknow，butIdowishthathewouldwrite，ifitwereonlyasingleline。
　　Lucywalksmorethanever，andeachnightIamawakenedbyhermovingabouttheroom。Fortunately，theweatherissohotthatshecannotgetcold。
　　Butstill，theanxietyandtheperpetuallybeingawakenedisbeginningtotellonme，andIamgettingnervousandwakefulmyself。
　　ThankGod，Lucy'shealthkeepsup。Mr。HolmwoodhasbeensuddenlycalledtoRingtoseehisfather，whohasbeentakenseriouslyill。
　　Lucyfretsatthepostponementofseeinghim，butitdoesnottouchherlooks。Sheisatriflestouter，andhercheeksarealovelyrose-pink。Shehaslosttheanemiclookwhichshehad。
　　Iprayitwillalllast。
　　3August——Anotherweekgoneby，andnonewsfromJonathan，noteventoMr。Hawkins，fromwhomIhaveheard。Oh，Idohopeheisnotill。Hesurelywouldhavewritten。Ilookatthatlastletterofhis，butsomehowitdoesnotsatisfyme。
　　Itdoesnotreadlikehim，andyetitishiswriting。
　　Thereisnomistakeofthat。
　　Lucyhasnotwalkedmuchinhersleepthelastweek，butthereisanoddconcentrationaboutherwhichIdonotunderstand，eveninhersleepsheseemstobewatchingme。
　　Shetriesthedoor，andfindingitlocked，goesabouttheroomsearchingforthekey。
　　6August——Anotherthreedays，andnonews。
　　Thissuspenseisgettingdreadful。IfIonlyknewwheretowritetoorwheretogoto，Ishouldfeeleasier。
　　ButnoonehasheardawordofJonathansincethatlastletter。
　　ImustonlypraytoGodforpatience。
　　Lucyismoreexcitablethanever，butisotherwisewell。Lastnightwasverythreatening，andthefishermensaythatweareinforastorm。
　　Imusttrytowatchitandlearntheweathersigns。
　　Todayisagrayday，andthesunasIwriteishiddeninthickclouds，highoverKettleness。Everythingisgrayexceptthegreengrass，whichseemslikeemeraldamongstit，grayearthyrock，grayclouds，tingedwiththesunburstatthefaredge，hangoverthegraysea，intowhichthesandpointsstretchlikegrayfigures。Theseaistumblinginovertheshallowsandthesandyflatswitharoar，muffledinthesea-mistsdriftinginland。Thehorizonislostinagraymist。
　　Allvastness，thecloudsarepileduplikegiantrocks，andthereisa`brool'overtheseathatsoundslikesomepassageofdoom。
　　Darkfiguresareonthebeachhereandthere，sometimeshalfshroudedinthemist，andseem`menliketreeswalking'。Thefishingboatsareracingforhome，andriseanddipinthegroundswellastheysweepintotheharbour，bendingtothescuppers。HerecomesoldMr。Swales。
　　Heismakingstraightforme，andIcansee，bythewayheliftshishat，thathewantstotalk。
　　Ihavebeenquitetouchedbythechangeinthepooroldman。
　　Whenhesatdownbesideme，hesaidinaverygentleway，“Iwanttosaysomethingtoyou，miss。“
　　Icouldseehewasnotatease，soItookhispooroldwrinkledhandinmineandaskedhimtospeakfully。
　　Sohesaid，leavinghishandinmine，“I'mafraid，mydeary，thatImusthaveshockedyoubyallthewickedthingsI'vebeensayin'
　　aboutthedead，andsuchlike，forweekspast，butIdidn'tmeanthem，andIwantyetorememberthatwhenI'mgone。Weaudfolksthatbedaffled，andwithonefootabaftthekrok-hooal，don'taltogetherliketothinkofit，andwedon'twanttofeelscartofit，andthat'swhyI'vetooktomakin'lightofit，sothatI'dcheerupmyownheartabit。
　　But，Lordloveye，miss，Iain'tafraidofdyin'，notabit，onlyI
　　don'twanttodieifIcanhelpit。Mytimemustbenighathandnow，forIbeaud，andahundredyearsistoomuchforanymantoexpect。
　　AndI'msonighitthattheAudManisalreadywhettin'hisscythe。
　　Yesee，Ican'tgetouto'thehabitofcaffin'aboutitallatonce。
　　Thechaftswillwagastheybeusedto。SomedaysoontheAngelofDeathwillsoundhistrumpetforme。Butdon'tyedooalan'greet，mydeary！”——
　　forhesawthatIwascrying——“ifheshouldcomethisverynightI'dnotrefusetoanswerhiscall。Forlifebe，afterall，onlyawaitin'
　　forsomethin'elsethanwhatwe'redoin'，anddeathbeallthatwecanrightlydependon。ButI'mcontent，forit'scomin'tome，mydeary，andcomin'quick。Itmaybecomin'whilewebelookin'andwonderin'。Maybeit'sinthatwindoutovertheseathat'sbringin'withitlossandwreck，andsoredistress，andsadhearts。Look！Look！”hecriedsuddenly。
　　“There'ssomethinginthatwindandinthehoastbeyontthatsounds，andlooks，andtastes，andsmellslikedeath。It'sintheair。
　　Ifeelitcomin'。Lord，makemeanswercheerful，whenmycallcomes！”
　　Hehelduphisarmsdevoutly，andraisedhishat。Hismouthmovedasthoughhewerepraying。Afterafewminutes'silence，hegotup，shookhandswithme，andblessedme，andsaidgoodbye，andhobbledoff。
　　Italltouchedme，andupsetmeverymuch。
　　Iwasgladwhenthecoastguardcamealong，withhisspyglassunderhisarm。
　　Hestoppedtotalkwithme，ashealwaysdoes，butallthetimekeptlookingatastrangeship。
　　“Ican'tmakeherout，“hesaid。“She'saRussian，bythelookofher。
　　Butshe'sknockingaboutinthequeerestway。Shedoesn'tknowhermindabit。Sheseemstoseethestormcoming，butcan'tdecidewhethertorunupnorthintheopen，ortoputinhere。
　　Lookthereagain！Sheissteeredmightystrangely，forshedoesn'tmindthehandonthewheel，changesaboutwitheverypuffofwind。
　　We'llhearmoreofherbeforethistimetomorrow。“