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ruins of the abbey coming into view, and as the edge of a narrow band of light as sharp as a sword-cut moved along, the church and churchyard became gradually visible.

it seemed to me as though something dark stood behind the seat where the white figure shone, and bent over it.

flew down the steep steps to the pier and along by the fish-market to the bridge, which was the only way to reach the East Cliff. The town seemed as dead, for not a soul did I see.

I could see a white face and red, gleaming eyes.

CHAPTER 8 MINA MURRAY'S JOURNAL

I ran on to the entrance of the churchyard. As I entered, the church was between me and the seat, and for a minute or so I lost sight of her. When I came in view again the cloud had passed

she was still asleep

she was breathing, not softly as usual with her, but in long, heavy gasps, as though striving to get her lungs full at every breath

she put her hand to her throat again and moaned

Fortune favoured us, and we got home without meeting a soul

she rose without a word, with the obedience of a child

Lucy is sleeping soundly. The reflex of the dawn is high and far over the sea…

she looks better this morning than she has done for weeks

two little red points like pin-pricks, and on the band of her nightdress was a drop of blood.

Fortunately it cannot leave a scar, as it is so tiny

twice during the night I was wakened by Lucy trying to get out

to bed with the key on my wrist as before

brilliant moonlight, and the soft effect of the light over the sea and sky, merged together in one great silent mystery

suddenly Lucy murmured as if to herself… "His red eyes again! They are just the same."

She appeared to be looking over at our own seat, whereon was a dark figure seated alone

The red sunlight was shining on the windows of St. Mary's Church behind our seat, and as the sun dipped there was just sufficient change in the refraction and reflection to make it appear as if the light moved

she is fretting about something. I wish I could find out what it is.

Lucy was languid and tired, and slept on after we had been called

She confided to me that she has got her death warrant.

her heart is weakening

17 August.--No diary for two whole days. I have not had the heart to write. Some sort of shadowy pall seems to be coming over our happiness. No news from Jonathan, and Lucy seems to be growing weaker,

I trust her feeling ill may not be from that unlucky prick of the safety-pin.

LETTER, SAMUEL F. BILLINGTON & SON, SOLICITORS WHITBY, TO MESSRS. CARTER, PATERSON & CO., LONDON. 17 August "Dear Sirs,--Herewith please receive invoice of goods sent by Great Northern Railway. Same are to be delivered at Carfax, near Purfleet, immediately on receipt at goods station King's Cross. The house is at present empty, but enclosed please find keys, all of which are labelled.

boxes, fifty in number, which form the consignment, in the partially ruined building forming part of the house and marked 'A'

Lucy is ever so much better. Last night she slept well all night, and did not disturb me once.

"I didn't quite dream, but it all seemed to be real. I only wanted to be here in this spot. I don't know why, for I was afraid of something, I don't know what.

I heard a lot of dogs howling

I went up the steps

It seemed a little uncanny to me

My soul seemed to go out from my body and float about the air. I seem to remember that once the West Lighthouse was right under me, and then there was a sort of agonizing feeling, as if I were in an earthquake, and I came back

At last, news of Jonathan. The dear fellow has been ill,

19 August.--Joy

I am to leave in the morning and go over to Jonathan, and to help to nurse him if necessary, and to bring him home.

LETTER, SISTER AGATHA, HOSPITAL OF ST. JOSEPH AND STE. MARY BUDA-PESTH, TO MISS WILLHELMINA MURRAY

"I write by desire of Mr. Jonathan Harker, who is himself not strong enough to write, though progressing well,

He wishes me to say that he has not sufficient money with him, and that he would like to pay for his staying here, so that others who need shall not be wanting for help.

He has told me all about you, and that you are shortly to be his wife. All blessings to you both! He has had some fearful shock

we knew nothing of his friends, and there was nothing on him, nothing that anyone could understand. He came in the train from Klausenburg, and the guard was told by the station master there that he rushed into the station shouting for a ticket for home. Seeing from his violent demeanour that he was English, they gave him a ticket for the furthest station on the way thither that the train reached.

19 August.--Strange and sudden change in Renfield last night.

You don't count now. The master is at hand.

it is some sudden form of religious mania which has seized him

It looks like religious mania

the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

For half an hour or more Renfield kept getting excited in greater and greater degree. I did not pretend to be watching him, but I kept strict observation all the same.

"The Bride maidens rejoice the eyes that wait the coming of the bride. But when the bride draweth nigh, then the maidens shine not to the eyes that are filled."

If I don't sleep at once, chloral, the modern Morpheus! I must be careful not to let it grow into a habit.

had lain tossing about, and had heard the clock strike only twice, when the night watchman came to me, sent up from the ward, to say that Renfield had escaped.

The attendant told me the patient had gone to the left, and had taken a straight line, so I ran as quickly as I could. As I got through the belt of trees I saw a white figure scale the high wall

He was talking, apparently to some one

I heard him say… "I am here to do your bidding, Master. I am your slave, and you will reward me, for I shall be faithful. I have worshipped you long and afar off. Now that you are near, I await your commands

His cries are at times awful, but the silences that follow are more deadly still,

"I shall be patient, Master. It is coming, coming, coming!"

I thought he would be a good person to learn interesting things from, so I asked him if he would mind telling me something about the whale fishing in the old days.

when the clock struck six

-I came up here an hour ago with Lucy, and we had a most interesting talk with my old friend and the two others who always come and join him. He is evidently the Sir Oracle of them

Lucy was looking sweetly pretty in her white lawn frock. She has got a beautiful colour since she has been here.

I got him on the subject of the legends, and he went off at once into a sort of sermon.

bans an' wafts an' boh-ghosts an' bar-guests an' bogles an' all anent

Surely these tombstones are not all wrong?"

'Here lies the body' or 'Sacred to the memory' wrote on all of them, an' yet in nigh half of them there bean't no bodies at all,

Do ye think that all these men will have to make a rush to Whitby when the trumpet sounds?

she told me all over again about Arthur and their coming marriage. That made me just a little heart-sick, for I haven't heard from Jonathan for a whole month.

The same day. I came up here alone, for I am very sad. There was no letter for me. I hope there cannot be anything the matter with Jonathan. The clock has just struck nine.

I wonder where Jonathan is and if he is thinking of me! I wish he were here.

DR. SEWARD'S DIARY

The case of Renfield grows more interesting the more I get to understand the man. He has certain qualities very largely developed, selfishness, secrecy, and purpose.

Just now his hobby is catching flies

He has turned his mind now to spiders

he argued quietly that it was very good and very wholesome, that it was life, strong life, and gave life to him.

he keeps a little notebook in which he is always jotting down something

He has managed to get a sparrow, and has already partially tamed it. His means of taming is simple, for already the spiders have diminished

We are progressing. My friend has now a whole colony of sparrows

I could see a warning of danger in it, for there was a sudden fierce, sidelong look which meant killing.

took away his pocketbook to look at it. The thought that has been buzzing about my brain lately is complete, and the theory proved.

I shall have to invent a new classification for him

zoophagous (life-eating) maniac

If I could have as strong a cause as my poor mad friend there, a good, unselfish cause to make me work,

MINA MURRAY'S JOURNAL

yesterday dear Mr. Hawkins, who is always so kind, sent me a letter from him

only a line dated from Castle Dracula, and says that he is just starting for home. That is not like Jonathan. I do not understand it, and it makes me uneasy.

has lately taken to her old habit of walking in her sleep

Mr. Holmwood, he is the Hon. Arthur Holmwood, only son of Lord Godalming, is coming up here very shortly

27 July.--No news from Jonathan. I am getting quite uneasy about him

6 August.--Another three days, and no news.

Lucy is more excitable than ever, but is otherwise well. Last night was very threatening, and the fishermen say that we are in for a storm. I must try to watch it and learn the weather signs.

I have been quite touched by the change in the poor old man. When he sat down beside me, he said in a very gentle way, "I want to say something to you, miss."

Here comes old Mr. Swales

I didn't mean them, and I want ye to remember that when I'm gone

My time must be nigh at hand now,

He stopped to talk with me, as he always does, but all the time kept looking at a strange ship.

"I can't make her out," he said. "She's a Russian, by the look of her. But she's knocking about in the queerest way.

She is steered mighty strangely

"There's something in that wind and in the hoast beyont that sounds, and looks, and tastes, and smells like death. It's in the air. I feel it comin'.

he got up, shook hands with me, and blessed me, and said goodbye