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！
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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。
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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。“