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Count

Dracula

,

jumping

to

his

feet

,

said

,

"

Why

there

is

the

morning

again

!

How

remiss

I

am

to

let

you

stay

up

so

long

.

You

must

make

your

conversation

regarding

my

dear

new

country

of

England

less

interesting

,

so

that

I

may

not

forget

how

time

flies

by

us

,

"

and

with

a

courtly

bow

,

he

quickly

left

me

.

I

went

into

my

room

and

drew

the

curtains

,

but

there

was

little

to

notice

.

My

window

opened

into

the

courtyard

,

all

I

could

see

was

the

warm

grey

of

quickening

sky

.

So

I

pulled

the

curtains

again

,

and

have

written

of

this

day

.

8

May

.

--

I

began

to

fear

as

I

wrote

in

this

book

that

I

was

getting

too

diffuse

.

But

now

I

am

glad

that

I

went

into

detail

from

the

first

,

for

there

is

something

so

strange

about

this

place

and

all

in

it

that

I

can

not

but

feel

uneasy

.

I

wish

I

were

safe

out

of

it

,

or

that

I

had

never

come

.

It

may

be

that

this

strange

night

existence

is

telling

on

me

,

but

would

that

that

were

all

!

If

there

were

any

one

to

talk

to

I

could

bear

it

,

but

there

is

no

one

.

I

have

only

the

Count

to

speak

with

,

and

he

--

I

fear

I

am

myself

the

only

living

soul

within

the

place

.

Let

me

be

prosaic

so

far

as

facts

can

be

.

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It

will

help

me

to

bear

up

,

and

imagination

must

not

run

riot

with

me

.

If

it

does

I

am

lost

.

Let

me

say

at

once

how

I

stand

,

or

seem

to

.

I

only

slept

a

few

hours

when

I

went

to

bed

,

and

feeling

that

I

could

not

sleep

any

more

,

got

up

.

I

had

hung

my

shaving

glass

by

the

window

,

and

was

just

beginning

to

shave

.

Suddenly

I

felt

a

hand

on

my

shoulder

,

and

heard

the

Count

's

voice

saying

to

me

,

"

Good

morning

.

"

I

started

,

for

it

amazed

me

that

I

had

not

seen

him

,

since

the

reflection

of

the

glass

covered

the

whole

room

behind

me

.

In

starting

I

had

cut

myself

slightly

,

but

did

not

notice

it

at

the

moment

.

Having

answered

the

Count

's

salutation

,

I

turned

to

the

glass

again

to

see

how

I

had

been

mistaken

.

This

time

there

could

be

no

error

,

for

the

man

was

close

to

me

,

and

I

could

see

him

over

my

shoulder

.

But

there

was

no

reflection

of

him

in

the

mirror

!

The

whole

room

behind

me

was

displayed

,

but

there

was

no

sign

of

a

man

in

it

,

except

myself

.

This

was

startling

,

and

coming

on

the

top

of

so

many

strange

things

,

was

beginning

to

increase

that

vague

feeling

of

uneasiness

which

I

always

have

when

the

Count

is

near

.

But

at

the

instant

I

saw

that

the

cut

had

bled

a

little

,

and

the

blood

was

trickling

over

my

chin

.

I

laid

down

the

razor

,

turning

as

I

did

so

half

round

to

look

for

some

sticking

plaster

.

When

the

Count

saw

my

face

,

his

eyes

blazed

with

a

sort

of

demoniac

fury

,

and

he

suddenly

made

a

grab

at

my

throat

.

I

drew

away

and

his

hand

touched

the

string

of

beads

which

held

the

crucifix

.

It

made

an

instant

change

in

him

,

for

the

fury

passed

so

quickly

that

I

could

hardly

believe

that

it

was

ever

there

.

"

Take

care

,

"

he

said

,

"

take

care

how

you

cut

yourself

.

It

is

more

dangerous

that

you

think

in

this

country

.

"

Then

seizing

the

shaving

glass

,

he

went

on

,

"

And

this

is

the

wretched

thing

that

has

done

the

mischief

.

It

is

a

foul

bauble

of

man

's

vanity

.

Away

with

it

!

"

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And

opening

the

window

with

one

wrench

of

his

terrible

hand

,

he

flung

out

the

glass

,

which

was

shattered

into

a

thousand

pieces

on

the

stones

of

the

courtyard

far

below

.

Then

he

withdrew

without

a

word

.

It

is

very

annoying

,

for

I

do

not

see

how

I

am

to

shave

,

unless

in

my

watch-case

or

the

bottom

of

the

shaving

pot

,

which

is

fortunately

of

metal

.

When

I

went

into

the

dining

room

,

breakfast

was

prepared

,

but

I

could

not

find

the

Count

anywhere

.

So

I

breakfasted

alone

.

It

is

strange

that

as

yet

I

have

not

seen

the

Count

eat

or

drink

.

He

must

be

a

very

peculiar

man

!

After

breakfast

I

did

a

little

exploring

in

the

castle

.

I

went

out

on

the

stairs

,

and

found

a

room

looking

towards

the

South

.

The

view

was

magnificent

,

and

from

where

I

stood

there

was

every

opportunity

of

seeing

it

.

The

castle

is

on

the

very

edge

of

a

terrific

precipice

.

A

stone

falling

from

the

window

would

fall

a

thousand

feet

without

touching

anything

!

As

far

as

the

eye

can

reach

is

a

sea

of

green

tree

tops

,

with

occasionally

a

deep

rift

where

there

is

a

chasm

.

Here

and

there

are

silver

threads

where

the

rivers

wind

in

deep

gorges

through

the

forests

.

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