Lucy Westenra’s Diary

           17September. Fourdaysandnightsofpeace. IamgettingsostrongagainthatIhardlyknowmyself. ItisasifIhadpassedthroughsomelongnightmare,andhadjustawakenedtoseethebeautifulsunshineandfeelthefreshairofthemorningaroundme. Ihaveadimhalfremembranceoflong,anxioustimesofwaitingandfearing,darknessinwhichtherewasnoteventhepainofhopetomakepresentdistressmorepoignant. Andthenlongspellsofoblivion,andtherisingbacktolifeasadivercomingupthroughagreatpressofwater. Since,however,Dr.VanHelsinghasbeenwithme,allthisbaddreamingseemstohavepassedaway. Thenoisesthatusedtofrightenmeoutofmywits,theflappingagainstthewindows,thedistantvoiceswhichseemedsoclosetome,theharshsoundsthatcamefromIknownotwhereandcommandedmetodoIknownotwhat,haveallceased. Igotobednowwithoutanyfearofsleep.Idonoteventrytokeepawake. Ihavegrownquitefondofthegarlic,andaboxfularrivesformeeverydayfromHaarlem. TonightDr.VanHelsingisgoingaway,ashehastobeforadayinAmsterdam. ButIneednotbewatched. Iamwellenoughtobeleftalone. 

           ThankGodforMother’ssake,anddearArthur’s,andforallourfriendswhohavebeensokind! Ishallnotevenfeelthechange,forlastnightDr.VanHelsingsleptinhischairalotofthetime.IfoundhimasleeptwicewhenIawoke. ButIdidnotfeartogotosleepagain,althoughtheboughsorbatsorsomethingflappedalmostangrilyagainstthewindowpanes. 

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