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I
passed
to
my
room
and
went
to
bed
,
and
,
strange
to
say
,
slept
without
dreaming
.
Despair
has
its
own
calms
.
31
May
.
--
This
morning
when
I
woke
I
thought
I
would
provide
myself
with
some
papers
and
envelopes
from
my
bag
and
keep
them
in
my
pocket
,
so
that
I
might
write
in
case
I
should
get
an
opportunity
,
but
again
a
surprise
,
again
a
shock
!
Every
scrap
of
paper
was
gone
,
and
with
it
all
my
notes
,
my
memoranda
,
relating
to
railways
and
travel
,
my
letter
of
credit
,
in
fact
all
that
might
be
useful
to
me
were
I
once
outside
the
castle
.
I
sat
and
pondered
awhile
,
and
then
some
thought
occurred
to
me
,
and
I
made
search
of
my
portmanteau
and
in
the
wardrobe
where
I
had
placed
my
clothes
.
The
suit
in
which
I
had
travelled
was
gone
,
and
also
my
overcoat
and
rug
.
I
could
find
no
trace
of
them
anywhere
.
This
looked
like
some
new
scheme
of
villainy
...
17
June
.
--
This
morning
,
as
I
was
sitting
on
the
edge
of
my
bed
cudgelling
my
brains
,
I
heard
without
a
crackling
of
whips
and
pounding
and
scraping
of
horses
'
feet
up
the
rocky
path
beyond
the
courtyard
.
With
joy
I
hurried
to
the
window
,
and
saw
drive
into
the
yard
two
great
leiter-wagons
,
each
drawn
by
eight
sturdy
horses
,
and
at
the
head
of
each
pair
a
Slovak
,
with
his
wide
hat
,
great
nail-studded
belt
,
dirty
sheepskin
,
and
high
boots
.
They
had
also
their
long
staves
in
hand
.
I
ran
to
the
door
,
intending
to
descend
and
try
and
join
them
through
the
main
hall
,
as
I
thought
that
way
might
be
opened
for
them
.
Again
a
shock
,
my
door
was
fastened
on
the
outside
.
Then
I
ran
to
the
window
and
cried
to
them
.
They
looked
up
at
me
stupidly
and
pointed
,
but
just
then
the
"
hetman
"
of
the
Szgany
came
out
,
and
seeing
them
pointing
to
my
window
,
said
something
,
at
which
they
laughed
.
Henceforth
no
effort
of
mine
,
no
piteous
cry
or
agonized
entreaty
,
would
make
them
even
look
at
me
.
They
resolutely
turned
away
.
The
leiter-wagons
contained
great
,
square
boxes
,
with
handles
of
thick
rope
.
These
were
evidently
empty
by
the
ease
with
which
the
Slovaks
handled
them
,
and
by
their
resonance
as
they
were
roughly
moved
.
When
they
were
all
unloaded
and
packed
in
a
great
heap
in
one
corner
of
the
yard
,
the
Slovaks
were
given
some
money
by
the
Szgany
,
and
spitting
on
it
for
luck
,
lazily
went
each
to
his
horse
's
head
.
Shortly
afterwards
,
I
heard
the
crackling
of
their
whips
die
away
in
the
distance
.
24
June
.
--
Last
night
the
Count
left
me
early
,
and
locked
himself
into
his
own
room
.
As
soon
as
I
dared
I
ran
up
the
winding
stair
,
and
looked
out
of
the
window
,
which
opened
South
.
I
thought
I
would
watch
for
the
Count
,
for
there
is
something
going
on
.
The
Szgany
are
quartered
somewhere
in
the
castle
and
are
doing
work
of
some
kind
.
I
know
it
,
for
now
and
then
,
I
hear
a
far-away
muffled
sound
as
of
mattock
and
spade
,
and
,
whatever
it
is
,
it
must
be
the
end
of
some
ruthless
villainy
.
