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[Jan. 31st, 2010|02:47 am] |
Oh, what will tomorrow bring to us? We go to seek the place where my poor darling suffered so muchGod grant that we may be guided aright, and that He will deign to watch over my husband and those dear to us both, and who are in such deadly perilAs for me, I am not worthy in His sightAlas! I am unclean to His eyes, and shall be until He may deign to let me stand forth in His sight as one of those who have not incurred His wrath
MEMORANDUM BY ABRAHAM VAN HELSING
4 November-This to my old and true friend John Seward, M of Purfleet, London, in case I may not see himIt is morning, and I write by a fire which all the night I have kept alive, Madam Mina aiding meSo cold that the grey heavy sky is full of snow, which when it falls will settle for all winter as the ground is hardening to receive itIt seems to have affected Madam MinaShe has been so heavy of head all day that she was not like herselfShe sleeps, and sleeps, and sleeps! She who is usual so alert, have done literally nothing all the dayShe even have lost her appetiteShe make no entry into her little diary, she who write so faithful at every pauseSomething whisper to me that all is not wellHowever, tonight she is more vifHer long sleep all day have refresh and restore her, for now she is all sweet and bright as everAt sunset I try to hypnotize her, but alas! with no effectThe power has grown less and less with each day, and tonight it fail me altogetherWell, God's will be done, whatever it may be, and whithersoever it may lead!
Now to the historical, for as Madam Mina write not in her stenography, I must, in my cumbrous old fashion, that so each day of us may not go unrecorded
We got to the Borgo Pass just after sunrise yesterday morningWhen I saw the signs of the dawn I got ready for the hypnotismWe stopped our carriage, and got down so that there might be no disturbanceI made a couch with furs, and Madam Mina, lying down, yield herself as usual, but more slow and more short time than ever, to the hypnotic sleepAs before, came the answer, "darkness and the swirling of water Then she woke, bright and radiant and we go on our way and soon reach the PassAt this time and place, she become all on fire with zealSome new guiding power be in her manifested, for she point to a road and say, "This is the way
"How know you it?" I ask
"Of course I know it," she answer, and with a pause, add, "Have not my Jonathan travelled it and wrote of his travel?"
At first I think somewhat strange, but soon I see that there be only one such byroadIt is used but little, and very different from the coach road from the Bukovina to Bistritz, which is more wide and hard, and more of use
So we came down this roadWhen we meet other ways, not always were we sure that they were roads at all, for they be neglect and light snow have fallen, the horses know and they onlyI give rein to them, and they go on so patientBy and by we find all the things which Jonathan have note in that wonderful diary of himThen we go on for long, long hours and hoursAt the first, I tell Madam Mina to sleepShe try, and she succeedShe sleep all the time, till at the last, I feel myself to suspicious grow, and attempt to wake herBut she sleep on, and I may not wake her though I |
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