Van Helsing and I tried to calm them bothThe Professor held up his golden crucifix, and said with wonderful calmness, "Do not fear, my dearWe are here, and whilst this is close to you no foul thing can approachYou are safe for tonight, and we must be calm and take counsel together She shuddered and was silent, holding down her head on her husband's breastWhen she raised it, his white nightrobe was stained with blood where her lips had touched, and where the thin open wound in the neck had sent forth dropsThe instant she saw it she drew back, with a low wail, and whispered, amidst choking sobs "Unclean, unclean! I must touch him or kiss him no moreOh, that it should be that it is I who am now his worst enemy, and whom he may have most cause to fear To this he spoke out resolutely, "Nonsense, MinaIt is a shame to me to hear such a wordI would not hear it of youAnd I shall not hear it from youMay God judge me by my deserts, and punish me with more bitter suffering than even this hour, if by any act or will of mine anything ever come between us!" He put out his arms and folded her to his breastAnd for a while she lay there sobbingHe looked at us over her bowed head, with eyes that blinked damply above his quivering nostrilsHis mouth was set as steel After a while her sobs became less frequent and more faint, and then he said to me, speaking with a studied calmness which I felt tried his nervous power to the utmostSeward, tell me all about itToo well I know the broad factTell me all that has been I told him exactly what had happened and he listened with seeming impassiveness, but his nostrils twitched and his eyes blazed as I told how the ruthless hands of the Count had held his wife in that terrible and horrid position, with her mouth to the open wound in his breastIt interested me, even at that moment, to see that whilst the face of white set passion worked convulsively over the bowed head, the hands tenderly and lovingly stroked the ruffled hairJust as I had finished, Quincey and Godalming knocked at the doorThey entered in obedience to our summonsVan Helsing looked at me questioninglyI understood him to mean if we were to take advantage of their coming to divert if possible the thoughts of the unhappy husband and wife from each other and from themselvesSo on nodding acquiescence to him he asked them what they had seen or doneTo which Lord Godalming answered "I could not see him anywhere in the passage, or in any of our roomsI looked in the study but, though he had been there, he had goneHe had, however?" He stopped suddenly, looking at the poor drooping figure on the bed Van Helsing said gravely, "Go on, friend ArthurWe want here no more concealmentsOur hope now is in knowing allTell freely!" So Art went on, "He had been there, and though it could only have been for a few seconds, he made rare hay of the placeAll the manuscript had been burned, and the blue flames were flickering amongst the white ashesThe cylinders of your phonograph too were thrown on the fire, and the wax had helped the flames Here I interrupted"Thank God there is the other copy in the safe!" His face lit for a moment, but fell again as he went shop on

He said she was imagining things, but after this, whenever he met Miss Six, he felt even more awkward and ill at ease The ship passed Ceylon and Singapore and in a few days reached SaigonThis was the first colony since the start of the voyage that the French could boast of as their ownThe French on board were like dogs at the sight of their master's home-their chests suddenly filled out, their actions became more arrogant, and the pitch of their voices was raisedIn the afternoon the ship docked and anchored for two nightsMiss Six's relatives, who worked at the local Chinese consulate, sent a car to the wharf to pick her up for dinner, and so, with everyone watching enviously, she was the first one to get off the shipThe remaining students decided to eat at a Chinese restaurantFang Hung-chien wanted to eat somewhere else with Miss Pao, bixt feeling it would be too embarrassing to say this in front of the others, he just went along with them After eating, the Suns left first to take their child back to the ship, while the others stopped at a coffee shop and Miss Pao suggested they go dancingThough Fang had paid for a couple of dancing lessons in France, he was hard ly a master at itAfter one dance with Miss Pao, he retreated to the sidelines and watched her dance with othersAfter twelve o'clock everyone had had enough and was ready to return to the ship to sleepWhen they got out of the rickshaws at the wharf, Fang and Miss Pao lingered behindShe said, "Miss Six won't be coming back tonight "My Vietnamese cabinmate has gone ashore tooI heard his berth was taken by a Chinese businessman on his way to Hong Kong from Saigon "We'll both be sleeping alone tonight," she said almost carelessly It was as though lightning had flashed through his mind and produced a sudden blinding glareAll the blood rushed to his faceHe was about to speak, when someone up front turned around and shouted, "What are you two talking about so much? Walking slowly because you're afraid we'll eavesdrop, aren't you?" Without another word, the two hurried onto the shipEveryone said, "Good night," and went his own wayFang bathed and returned to his cabin, lay down, and then sat up againTrying to dispel the thought, once it has lodged there, seems as agonizing as it is for a pregnant woman to have an abortionMaybe Miss Pao had meant nothing by that re markIf he went to her, he might make a fool of himselfSince cargo was now being loaded on the deck and two watchmen were patrolling the corridors to prevent intruders from slipping in, there was no assurance he wouldn't 18 be spotted by themHe couldn't make up his mind, yet he didn't want to give up hope Suddenly he heard light, brisk footsteps, seemingly from the direction of Miss Pao's cabinHis heart leaped up, but was then pressed down by those footsteps, as if each step trod upon itThe footsteps haltedHis heart likewise stood still, not daring to stir, as though someone stood upon itA long moment passed and his heart was oppressed beyond endurance Fortunately, the footsteps resumed with renewed speed, coming closerHe was no longer in doubt, his heart no longer restraining itselfWanting to shout with joy, he hopped from his bed and without getting his slippers all the way on, opened the door curtain to a whiff of Miss Pao's usual talcum powder When he woke the next morning, sunlight filled the roomBy his watch it was past nineHe reminisced how sweet the night's sleep had been, too deep even for dreamsNo wonder sleep was called the land of dark sweetnessHe then thought of Miss Pao's dark skin and sweet smile; later when he saw her he'd call her "Dark Sweetness," making him think of dark, sweet shop chocolate

I kept away from my friend for a few days, so that I might notice if there were any changeThings remain as they were except that he has parted with some of his pets and got a new one He has managed to get a sparrow, and has already partially tamed itHis means of taming is simple, for already the spiders have diminishedThose that do remain, however, are well fed, for he still brings in the flies by tempting them with his food 19 July--We are progressingMy friend has now a whole colony of sparrows, and his flies and spiders are almost obliteratedWhen I came in he ran to me and said he wanted to ask me a great favour, a very, very great favourAnd as he spoke, he fawned on me like a dog I asked him what it was, and he said, with a sort of rapture in his voice and bearing, "A kitten, a nice, little, sleek playful kitten, that I can play with, and teach, and feed, and feed, and feed!" I was not unprepared for this request, for I had noticed how his pets went on increasing in size and vivacity, but I did not care that his pretty family of tame sparrows should be wiped out in the same manner as the flies and spidersSo I said I would see about it, and asked him if he would not rather have a cat than a kitten His eagerness betrayed him as he answered, "Oh, yes, I would like a cat! I only asked for a kitten lest you should refuse me a catNo one would refuse me a kitten, would they?" I shook my head, and said that at present I feared it would not be possible, but that I would see about itHis face fell, and I could see a warning of danger in it, for there was a sudden fierce, sidelong look which meant killingThe man is an undeveloped homicidal maniacI shall test him with his present craving and see how it will work out, then I shall know more-I have visited him again and found him sitting in a corner broodingWhen I came in he threw himself on his knees before me and implored me to let him have a cat, that his salvation depended upon it I was firm, however, and told him that he could not have it, whereupon he went without a word, and sat down, gnawing his fingers, in the corner where I had found himI shall see him in the morning early-Visited Renfield very early, before attendant went his roundsFound him up and humming a tuneHe was spreading out his sugar, which he had saved, in the window, and was manifestly beginning his fly catching again, and beginning it cheerfully and with a good grace I looked around for his birds, and not seeing them, asked him where they wereHe replied, without turning round, that they had all flown awayThere were a few feathers about the room and on his pillow a drop of bloodI said nothing, but went and told the keeper to report to me if there were anything odd about him during the day-The attendant has just been to see me to say that Renfield has been very sick and has disgorged a whole lot of feathers"My belief is, doctor," he said, "that he has eaten his birds, and that he just took and ate them raw!" 11 pm-I gave Renfield a strong opiate tonight, enough to make even him sleep, and took away his pocketbook to look at itThe thought that has been buzzing about my brain lately is complete, and the theory proved My homicidal maniac is of a peculiar kindI shall have to invent a new classification for him, and call him a zoophagous (life-eating) maniacWhat he desires is to absorb as many lives as he can, and he has laid himself out to achieve it in a cumulative wayHe gave many flies to one spider and many spiders to one bird, and then wanted a cat to eat the many birdsWhat would have been his later steps? It would almost be worth while to complete the experimentIt might be done if there were only a sufficient causeMen sneered at vivisection, and yet look at its results today! Why not advance science in its most difficult and vital aspect, the knowledge of the brain? Had I even the secret of one such mind, did I hold the key to the fancy of even one lunatic, I might advance my own branch of science to a pitch compared with which Burdon-Sanderson's physiology or Ferrier's brain knowledge would be as nothingIf only there were a sufficient cause! I must not think too much of this, or I may be temptedA good cause might turn the scale with me, for may not I too be of an exceptional brain, congenitally? How well the man shop reasoned

He has been under our care for nearly six weeks, suffering from a violent brain feverHe wishes me to convey his love, and to say that by this post I write for him to MrPeter Hawkins, Exeter, to say, with his dutiful respects, that he is sorry for his delay, and that all of his work is completedHe will require some few weeks' rest in our sanatorium in the hills, but will then returnHe 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 "Believe me, "Yours, with sympathy and all blessings-My patient being asleep, I open this to let you know something moreHe has told me all about you, and that you are shortly to be his wifeAll blessings to you both! He has had some fearful shock, so says our doctor, and in his delirium his ravings have been dreadful, of wolves and poison and blood, of ghosts and demons, and I fear to say of whatBe careful of him always that there may be nothing to excite him of this kind for a long time to comeThe traces of such an illness as his do not lightly die awayWe should have written long ago, but we knew nothing of his friends, and there was nothing on him, nothing that anyone could understandHe 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 homeSeeing 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 "Be assured that he is well cared forHe has won all hearts by his sweetness and gentlenessHe is truly getting on well, and I have no doubt will in a few weeks be all himselfBut be careful of him for safety's sakeThere are, I pray God and StMary, many, many, happy years for you bothSEWARD'S DIARY 19 August-Strange and sudden change in Renfield last nightAbout eight o'clock he began to get excited and sniff about as a dog does when settingThe attendant was struck by his manner, and knowing my interest in him, encouraged him to talkHe is usually respectful to the attendant and at times servile, but tonight, the man tells me, he was quite haughtyWould not condescend to talk with him at all All he would say was, "I don't want to talk to youThe master is at hand The attendant thinks it is some sudden form of religious mania which has seized himIf so, we must look out for squalls, for a strong man with homicidal and religious mania at once might be dangerousThe combination is a dreadful one At nine o'clock I visited him myselfHis attitude to me was the same as that to the attendantIn his sublime self-feeling the difference between myself and the attendant seemed to him as nothingIt looks like religious mania, and he will soon think that he himself is God These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent BeingHow these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fallBut the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrowOh, if men only knew! For half an hour or more Renfield kept getting excited in greater and greater degreeI did not pretend to be watching him, but I kept strict observation all the shop same

The woman took no notice of these taunts, but walked on, with the same expression of angry scorn, as if she heard nothingTom had always lived among refined, and cultivated people, and he felt intuitively, from her air and bearing, that she belonged to that class; but how or why she could be fallen to those degrading circumstances, he could not tellThe women neither looked at him nor spoke to him, though, all the way to the field, she kept close at his side Tom was soon busy at his work; but, as the woman was at no great distance from him, he often glanced an eye to her, at her workHe saw, at a glance, that a native adroitness and handiness made the task to her an easier one than it proved to manyShe picked very fast and very clean, and with an air of scorn, as if she despised both the work and the disgrace and humiliation of the circumstances in which she was placed In the course of the day, Tom was working near the mulatto woman who had been bought in the same lot with himselfShe was evidently in a condition of great suffering, and Tom often heard her praying, as she wavered and trembled, and seemed about to fall downTom silently as he came near to her, transferred several handfuls of cotton from his own sack to hers ?O, don?t, don?t!? said the woman, looking surprised; ?it?ll get you into trouble Just then Sambo came upHe seemed to have a special spite against this woman; and, flourishing his whip, said, in brutal, guttural tones, ?What dis yer, Luce,?foolin? a?? and, with the word, kicking the woman with his heavy cowhide shoe, he struck Tom across the face with his whip Tom silently resumed his task; but the woman, before at the last point of exhaustion, fainted ?I?ll bring her to!? said the driver, with a brutal grin?I?ll give her something better than camphire!? and, taking a pin from his coat-sleeve, he buried it to the head in her fleshThe woman groaned, and half rose?Get up, you beast, and work, will yer, or I?ll show yer a trick more!? The woman seemed stimulated, for a few moments, to an unnatural strength, and worked with desperate eagerness ?See that you keep to dat ar,? said the man, ?or yer?ll wish yer?s dead tonight, I reckin!? ?That I do now!? Tom heard her say; and again he heard her say, ?O, Lord, how long! O, Lord, why don?t you help us?? At the risk of all that he might suffer, Tom came forward again, and put all the cotton in his sack into the woman?s ?O, you mustn?t! you donno what they?ll do to ye!? said the woman ?I can bar it!? said Tom, ?better ?n you;? and he was at his place againIt passed in a moment Suddenly, the stranger woman whom we have described, and who had, in the course of her work, come near enough to hear Tom?s last words, raised her heavy black eyes, and fixed them, for a second, on him; then, taking a quantity of cotton from her basket, she placed it in his ?You know nothing about this place,? she said, ?or you wouldn?t have done thatWhen you?ve been here a month, you?ll be done helping anybody; you?ll find it hard enough to take care of your own skin!? ?The Lord forbid, Missis!? said Tom, using instinctively to his field companion the respectful form proper to the high bred with whom he had lived ?The Lord never visits these parts,? said the woman, bitterly, as she went nimbly forward with her work; and again the scornful smile curled her lips But the action of the woman had been seen by the driver, across the field; and, flourishing his whip, he came up to her ?What! what!? he said to the woman, with an air of triumph, ?You a foolin?? Go along! yer under me now,?mind yourself, or yer?ll cotch it!? A glance like sheet-lightning suddenly flashed from those black eyes; and, facing about, with quivering lip and dilated nostrils, she drew herself up, and fixed a glance, blazing with rage and scorn, on the driver ?Dog!? she said, ?touch me, if you dare! I?ve power enough, yet, to have you torn by the dogs, burnt alive, cut to inches! I?ve only to say the word!? ?What de devil you here for, den?? said the man, evidently cowed, and sullenly retreating a step or two?Didn?t mean no harm, Misse Cassy!? ?Keep your distance, then!? said the womanAnd, in truth, the man seemed greatly inclined to attend to something at the other end of the field, and started off in quick time The woman suddenly turned to her work, and labored with a despatch that was perfectly astonishing to TomShe seemed to work by magicBefore the day was through, her basket was filled, crowded down, and piled, and she had several times put largely into Tom?sLong after dusk, the whole weary train, with their baskets on their heads, defiled up to the building appropriated to the storing and weighing the cottonLegree was there, busily conversing with the two drivers ?Dat ar Tom?s gwine to make a powerful deal o? trouble; kept a puttin? into Lucy?s basketOne o? these yer dat will get all der niggers to feelin? bused, if Masir don?t watch him!? said Sambo ?Hey-dey! The black cuss!? said Legree?He?ll have to get a breakin? in, won?t he, boys?? Both negroes grinned a horrid grin, at this intimation ?Ay, ay! Let Mas?r Legree alone, for breakin? in! De debil heself couldn?t beat Mas?r at dat!? said shop Quimbo