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I
bent
over
him
,
and
tried
to
find
any
sign
of
life
,
but
in
vain
.
He
could
not
have
lain
there
long
,
for
the
earthy
smell
would
have
passed
away
in
a
few
hours
.
By
the
side
of
the
box
was
its
cover
,
pierced
with
holes
here
and
there
.
I
thought
he
might
have
the
keys
on
him
,
but
when
I
went
to
search
I
saw
the
dead
eyes
,
and
in
them
dead
though
they
were
,
such
a
look
of
hate
,
though
unconscious
of
me
or
my
presence
,
that
I
fled
from
the
place
,
and
leaving
the
Count
's
room
by
the
window
,
crawled
again
up
the
castle
wall
.
Regaining
my
room
,
I
threw
myself
panting
upon
the
bed
and
tried
to
think
.
29
June
.
--
Today
is
the
date
of
my
last
letter
,
and
the
Count
has
taken
steps
to
prove
that
it
was
genuine
,
for
again
I
saw
him
leave
the
castle
by
the
same
window
,
and
in
my
clothes
.
As
he
went
down
the
wall
,
lizard
fashion
,
I
wished
I
had
a
gun
or
some
lethal
weapon
,
that
I
might
destroy
him
.
But
I
fear
that
no
weapon
wrought
along
by
man
's
hand
would
have
any
effect
on
him
.
I
dared
not
wait
to
see
him
return
,
for
I
feared
to
see
those
weird
sisters
.
I
came
back
to
the
library
,
and
read
there
till
I
fell
asleep
.
I
was
awakened
by
the
Count
,
who
looked
at
me
as
grimly
as
a
man
could
look
as
he
said
,
"
Tomorrow
,
my
friend
,
we
must
part
.
You
return
to
your
beautiful
England
,
I
to
some
work
which
may
have
such
an
end
that
we
may
never
meet
.
Your
letter
home
has
been
despatched
.
Tomorrow
I
shall
not
be
here
,
but
all
shall
be
ready
for
your
journey
.
In
the
morning
come
the
Szgany
,
who
have
some
labours
of
their
own
here
,
and
also
come
some
Slovaks
.
When
they
have
gone
,
my
carriage
shall
come
for
you
,
and
shall
bear
you
to
the
Borgo
Pass
to
meet
the
diligence
from
Bukovina
to
Bistritz
.
But
I
am
in
hopes
that
I
shall
see
more
of
you
at
Castle
Dracula
.
"
I
suspected
him
,
and
determined
to
test
his
sincerity
.
Sincerity
!
It
seems
like
a
profanation
of
the
word
to
write
it
in
connection
with
such
a
monster
,
so
I
asked
him
point-blank
,
"
Why
may
I
not
go
tonight
?
"
"
Because
,
dear
sir
,
my
coachman
and
horses
are
away
on
a
mission
.
"
"
But
I
would
walk
with
pleasure
.
I
want
to
get
away
at
once
.
"
He
smiled
,
such
a
soft
,
smooth
,
diabolical
smile
that
I
knew
there
was
some
trick
behind
his
smoothness
.
He
said
,
"
And
your
baggage
?
"
"
I
do
not
care
about
it
.
I
can
send
for
it
some
other
time
.
"
The
Count
stood
up
,
and
said
,
with
a
sweet
courtesy
which
made
me
rub
my
eyes
,
it
seemed
so
real
,
"
You
English
have
a
saying
which
is
close
to
my
heart
,
for
its
spirit
is
that
which
rules
our
boyars
,
'
Welcome
the
coming
,
speed
the
parting
guest
.
'
Come
with
me
,
my
dear
young
friend
.
Not
an
hour
shall
you
wait
in
my
house
against
your
will
,
though
sad
am
I
at
your
going
,
and
that
you
so
suddenly
desire
it
.
Come
!
"
With
a
stately
gravity
,
he
,
with
the
lamp
,
preceded
me
down
the
stairs
and
along
the
hall
.
Suddenly
he
stopped
.
"
Hark
!
"
Close
at
hand
came
the
howling
of
many
wolves
.
It
was
almost
as
if
the
sound
sprang
up
at
the
rising
of
his
hand
,
just
as
the
music
of
a
great
orchestra
seems
to
leap
under
the
baton
of
the
conductor
.
After
a
pause
of
a
moment
,
he
proceeded
,
in
his
stately
way
,
to
the
door
,
drew
back
the
ponderous
bolts
,
unhooked
the
heavy
chains
,
and
began
to
draw
it
open
.
