Dracula

I think I must have fallen asleep and kept dreaming of the incident, for it seemed to be repeated endlessly, and now looking back, it is like a sort of awful nightmare.

seems to me that the fur­ther east you go the more un­punc­tual are the trains.

, what a wealth of sor­row in a few words! Poor Mrs. Westenra! poor Lucy!

The ap­proach of sun­set was so very beau­ti­ful, so grand in its masses of splen­didly-col­oured clouds, that there was quite an as­semblage on the walk along the cliff in the old church­yard to en­joy the beauty.

We are in Transylvania; and Transylvania is not Eng­land. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your ex­per­i­ences already, you know some­thing of what strange things there may be.

"She makes a very beautiful corpse, sir. It's quite a privilege to attend on her. It's not too much to say that she will do credit to our establishment!"

It seems to me that the further east you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China?

be­fore I was leav­ing, the old lady came up to my room and said in a very hys­ter­ical way:

“Must you go? Oh! young Herr, must you go?” She was in such an ex­cited state that she seemed to have lost her grip of what Ger­man she knew, and mixed it all up with some other lan­guage which I did not know at all. I was just able to fol­low her by ask­ing many ques­tions. When I told her that I must go at once, and that I was en­gaged on im­port­ant busi­ness, she asked again:

“Do you know what day it is?” I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head as she said again:

“Oh, yes! I know that! I know that, but do you know what day it is?” On my say­ing that I did not un­der­stand, she went on:

“It is the eve of St. Ge­orge’s Day. Do you not know that to­night, when the clock strikes mid­night, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are go­ing, and what you are go­ing to?”

(Mem., get re­cipe for Mina.)

There is through­out no state­ment of past things wherein memory may err, for all the re­cords chosen are ex­actly con­tem­por­ary, given from the stand­points and within range of know­ledge of those who made them.