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30
June
.
--
These
may
be
the
last
words
I
ever
write
in
this
diary
.
I
slept
till
just
before
the
dawn
,
and
when
I
woke
threw
myself
on
my
knees
,
for
I
determined
that
if
Death
came
he
should
find
me
ready
.
At
last
I
felt
that
subtle
change
in
the
air
,
and
knew
that
the
morning
had
come
.
Then
came
the
welcome
cockcrow
,
and
I
felt
that
I
was
safe
.
With
a
glad
heart
,
I
opened
the
door
and
ran
down
the
hall
.
I
had
seen
that
the
door
was
unlocked
,
and
now
escape
was
before
me
.
With
hands
that
trembled
with
eagerness
,
I
unhooked
the
chains
and
threw
back
the
massive
bolts
.
But
the
door
would
not
move
.
Despair
seized
me
.
I
pulled
and
pulled
at
the
door
,
and
shook
it
till
,
massive
as
it
was
,
it
rattled
in
its
casement
.
I
could
see
the
bolt
shot
.
It
had
been
locked
after
I
left
the
Count
.
Then
a
wild
desire
took
me
to
obtain
the
key
at
any
risk
,
and
I
determined
then
and
there
to
scale
the
wall
again
,
and
gain
the
Count
's
room
.
He
might
kill
me
,
but
death
now
seemed
the
happier
choice
of
evils
.
Without
a
pause
I
rushed
up
to
the
east
window
,
and
scrambled
down
the
wall
,
as
before
,
into
the
Count
's
room
.
It
was
empty
,
but
that
was
as
I
expected
.
I
could
not
see
a
key
anywhere
,
but
the
heap
of
gold
remained
.
I
went
through
the
door
in
the
corner
and
down
the
winding
stair
and
along
the
dark
passage
to
the
old
chapel
.
I
knew
now
well
enough
where
to
find
the
monster
I
sought
.
The
great
box
was
in
the
same
place
,
close
against
the
wall
,
but
the
lid
was
laid
on
it
,
not
fastened
down
,
but
with
the
nails
ready
in
their
places
to
be
hammered
home
.
I
knew
I
must
reach
the
body
for
the
key
,
so
I
raised
the
lid
,
and
laid
it
back
against
the
wall
.
And
then
I
saw
something
which
filled
my
very
soul
with
horror
.
There
lay
the
Count
,
but
looking
as
if
his
youth
had
been
half
restored
.
For
the
white
hair
and
moustache
were
changed
to
dark
iron-grey
.
The
cheeks
were
fuller
,
and
the
white
skin
seemed
ruby-red
underneath
.
The
mouth
was
redder
than
ever
,
for
on
the
lips
were
gouts
of
fresh
blood
,
which
trickled
from
the
corners
of
the
mouth
and
ran
down
over
the
chin
and
neck
.
Even
the
deep
,
burning
eyes
seemed
set
amongst
swollen
flesh
,
for
the
lids
and
pouches
underneath
were
bloated
.
It
seemed
as
if
the
whole
awful
creature
were
simply
gorged
with
blood
.
He
lay
like
a
filthy
leech
,
exhausted
with
his
repletion
.
I
shuddered
as
I
bent
over
to
touch
him
,
and
every
sense
in
me
revolted
at
the
contact
,
but
I
had
to
search
,
or
I
was
lost
.
The
coming
night
might
see
my
own
body
a
banquet
in
a
similar
war
to
those
horrid
three
.
I
felt
all
over
the
body
,
but
no
sign
could
I
find
of
the
key
.
Then
I
stopped
and
looked
at
the
Count
.
There
was
a
mocking
smile
on
the
bloated
face
which
seemed
to
drive
me
mad
.
This
was
the
being
I
was
helping
to
transfer
to
London
,
where
,
perhaps
,
for
centuries
to
come
he
might
,
amongst
its
teeming
millions
,
satiate
his
lust
for
blood
,
and
create
a
new
and
ever-widening
circle
of
semi-demons
to
batten
on
the
helpless
.
The
very
thought
drove
me
mad
.
A
terrible
desire
came
upon
me
to
rid
the
world
of
such
a
monster
.
There
was
no
lethal
weapon
at
hand
,
but
I
seized
a
shovel
which
the
workmen
had
been
using
to
fill
the
cases
,
and
lifting
it
high
,
struck
,
with
the
edge
downward
,
at
the
hateful
face
.
But
as
I
did
so
the
head
turned
,
and
the
eyes
fell
upon
me
,
with
all
their
blaze
of
basilisk
horror
.
The
sight
seemed
to
paralyze
me
,
and
the
shovel
turned
in
my
hand
and
glanced
from
the
face
,
merely
making
a
deep
gash
above
the
forehead
.
The
shovel
fell
from
my
hand
across
the
box
,
and
as
I
pulled
it
away
the
flange
of
the
blade
caught
the
edge
of
the
lid
which
fell
over
again
,
and
hid
the
horrid
thing
from
my
sight
.
The
last
glimpse
I
had
was
of
the
bloated
face
,
blood-stained
and
fixed
with
a
grin
of
malice
which
would
have
held
its
own
in
the
nethermost
hell
.
I
thought
and
thought
what
should
be
my
next
move
,
but
my
brain
seemed
on
fire
,
and
I
waited
with
a
despairing
feeling
growing
over
me
.
As
I
waited
I
heard
in
the
distance
a
gipsy
song
sung
by
merry
voices
coming
closer
,
and
through
their
song
the
rolling
of
heavy
wheels
and
the
cracking
of
whips
.
The
Szgany
and
the
Slovaks
of
whom
the
Count
had
spoken
were
coming
.
With
a
last
look
around
and
at
the
box
which
contained
the
vile
body
,
I
ran
from
the
place
and
gained
the
Count
's
room
,
determined
to
rush
out
at
the
moment
the
door
should
be
opened
.
With
strained
ears
,
I
listened
,
and
heard
downstairs
the
grinding
of
the
key
in
the
great
lock
and
the
falling
back
of
the
heavy
door
.
There
must
have
been
some
other
means
of
entry
,
or
some
one
had
a
key
for
one
of
the
locked
doors
.
