Original Gothic Novel
Dr. Seward to Hon. Arthur Holmwood.
"My news to-day is not so good. Lucy this morning has gone back
a bit. There is, however, one good thing which has arisen from it; Mrs. Westenra
was naturally anxious concerning Lucy, and has consulted me professionally
about her. I took advantage of the opportunity, and told her that my old master,
Van Helsing, the great specialist, was coming to stay with me, and that I
would put her in his charge conjointly with myself, so now we can come and
go without alarming her unduly, for a shock to her would mean sudden death,
and this, in Lucy's weak condition, might be disastrous to her. We are hedged
in with difficulties, all of us, my poor old fellow; but, please God, we shall
come through them all right. If any need I shall write, so that, if you do
not hear from me, take it for granted that I am simply waiting for news. In
haste. Yours ever,
Dr. Seward's Diary.
The first thing Van Helsing said to me when we met a Liverpool street was:-
said anything to our young friend the lover of her?"
I said. "I waited till I had seen you, as I said in my telegram. I wrote
him a letter simply telling him that you were
coming, as Miss Westenra was not so well, and that I should let him know if
friend," he said, "quite right! Better he not know as yet; perhaps
he shall never know. I pray so; but if it be needed, then he shall know all.
And, my good friend John, let me caution you. You deal with the madmen. All
men are mad in some way or the other; and inasmuch as you deal discreetly
with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen, too- the rest of the world. You
tell not your madmen what you do nor why you do it; you tell them not what
you think. So you shall keep knowledge in its place, where it may rest- where
it may gather its kind around it and breed. You and I shall keep as yet what
we know here, and here." He touched me on the heart and on the forehead,
and then touched himself the same way. "I have for myself thoughts at
the present. Later I shall unfold to you."
now?" I asked. "It may do some good; we may arrive at some decision."
He stopped and looked at me, and said:-
John, when the corn is grown, even before it has ripened- while the milk of
its mother-earth is in him, and the sunshine has not yet begun to paint him
with his gold, the husbandman he pull the ear and rub him between his rough
hands, and blow away the green chaff, and say to you: 'Look! he's good corn;
he will make good crop when the time comes.'" I did not see the application,
and told him so. For reply he reached over and took my ear in his hand and
pulled it playfully, as he used long ago to do at lectures, and said: "The
good husbandman tell you so then because he knows, but not till then. But
you do not find the good husbandman dig up his planted corn to see if he grow;
that is for the children who play at husbandry, and not for those who take
it as of the work of their life. See you now, friend John? I have sown my
corn, and Nature has her work to do in making it sprout; if he sprout at all,
there's some promise; and I wait till the ear begins to swell." He broke
off, for he evidently saw that I understood. Then he went on, and very gravely:-
always a careful student, and your case-book was ever more full than the rest.
You were only student then; now you are master, and I trust that good habit
have not fail. Remember, my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory,
and we should not trust the weaker. Even if you have not kept the good practise,
let me tell you that this case of our dear miss is one that may be- mind,
I say may be- of such interest to us and others that all the rest may not
make him kick the beam, as your peoples say. Take then good note of it. Nothing
is too small. I counsel you, put down in record even your doubts and surmises.
Hereafter it may be of interest to you to see how true you guess. We learn
from failure, not from success!"
When I described Lucy's
symptoms- the same as before, but infinitely more marked- he looked very grave,
but said nothing. He took with him a bag in which were many instruments and
drugs, "the ghastly paraphernalia of our beneficial trade," as he
once called, in one of his lectures, the equipment of a professor of the healing
craft. When we were shown in, Mrs. Westenra met us. She was alarmed, but not
nearly so much as I expected to find her. Nature in one of her beneficent
moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors. Here,
in a case where any shock may prove fatal, matters are so ordered that, from
some cause or other, the things not personal- even the terrible change in
her daughter to whom she is so attached- do not seem to reach her. It is something
like the way Dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some
insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise
harm by contact. If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before
we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper roots for
its causes than we have knowledge of.
I used my knowledge
of this phase of spiritual pathology, and laid down a rule that she should
not be present with Lucy or think of her illness more than was absolutely
required. She assented readily, so readily that I saw again the hand of Nature
fighting for life. Van Helsing and I were shown up to Lucy's room. If I was
shocked when I saw her yesterday, I was horrified when I saw her to-day. She
was ghastly, chalkily pale; the red seemed to have gone even from her lips
and gums, and the bones of her face stood out prominently; her breathing was
painful to see or hear. Van Helsing's face grew set as marble, and his eyebrows
converged till they almost touched over his nose. Lucy lay motionless and
did not seem to have strength to speak, so for a while we were all silent.
Then Van Helsing beckoned to me, and we went gently out of the room. The instant
we had closed the door he stepped quickly along the passage to the next door,
which was open. Then he pulled me quickly in with him and closed the door.
"My God!" he said; "this is dreadful. There is no time to be
lost. She will die for sheer want of blood to keep the heart's action as it
should be. There must be transfusion of blood at once. Is it you or me?"
"I am younger
and stronger, Professor. It must be me."
ready at once. I will bring up my bag. I am prepared."
I went downstairs
with him, and as we were going there was a knock at the hall-door. When we
reached the hall the maid had just opened the door, and Arthur was stepping
quickly in. He rushed up to me, saying in an eager whisper:-
was so anxious. I read between the lines of your letter, and have been in
an agony. The dad was better, so I ran down here to see for myself. Is not
that gentleman Dr. Van Helsing? I am so thankful to you, sir, for coming."
When first the Professor's eye had lit upon him he had been angry at my interruption
at such a time; but now, as he took in his stalwart proportions and recognised
the strong young manhood which seemed to emanate from him, his eyes gleamed.
Without a pause he said to him gravely as he held out his hand:-
have come in time. You are the lover of our lear miss. She is bad, very, very
bad. Nay, my child, do not go like that." For he suddenly grew pale and
sat down in a chair almost fainting. "You are to help her. You can do
more than any that live, and your courage is your best help."
I do?" asked Arthur hoarsely. "Tell me, and I shall do it. My life
is hers, and I would give the last drop of blood in my body for her."
The Professor has a strongly humourous side, and I could from old knowledge
detect a trace of its origin in his answer:-
sir, I do not ask so much as that- not the last!"
I do?" There was fire in his eyes, and his open nostril quivered with
intent. Van Helsing slapped him on the shoulder. "Come!" he said.
"You are a man, and it is a man we want. You are better than me, better
than my friend John." Arthur looked bewildered, and the Professor went
on by explaining in a kindly way:-
is bad, very bad. She wants blood, and blood she must have or die. My friend
John and I have consulted; and we are about to perform what we call transfusion
of blood- to transfer from full veins of one to the empty veins which pine
for him. John was to give his blood, as he is the more young and strong than
me"- here Arthur took my hand and wrung it hard in silence- "but,
now you are here, you are more good than us, old or young, who toil much in
the world of thought. Our nerves are not so calm and our blood not so bright
than yours!" Arthur turned to him and said:-
"If you only
knew how gladly I would die for her you would understand-"
He stopped, with
a sort of choke in his voice.
said Van Helsing. "In the not-so-far-off you will be happy that you have
done all for her you love. Come now and be silent. You shall kiss her once
before it is done, but then you must go; and you must leave at my sign. Say
no word to Madame; you know how it is with her! There must be no shock; any
knowledge of this would be one. Come!"
We all went up
to Lucy's room. Arthur by direction remained outside. Lucy turned her head
and looked at us, but said nothing. She was not asleep, but she was simply
too weak to make the effort. Her eyes spoke to us; that was all. Van Helsing
took some things from his bag and laid them on a little table out of sight.
Then he mixed a narcotic, and coming over to the bed, said cheerily:-
miss, here is your medicine. Drink it off, like a good child. See, I lift
you so that to swallow is easy. Yes." She
had made the effort with success.
me how long the drug took to act. This, in fact, marked the extent of her
weakness. The time seemed endless until sleep began to flicker in her eyelids.
At last, however, the narcotic began to manifest its potency; and she fell
into a deep sleep. When the Professor was satisfied he called Arthur into
the room, and bade him strip off his coat. Then he added: 'You may take that
one little kiss whiles I bring over the table. Friend John, help to me!- So
neither of us looked whilst he bent over her.
Van Helsing turning
to me, said:
"He is so
young and strong and of blood so pure that we need not defibrinate it."
Then with swiftness,
but with absolute method, Van Helsing performed the operation. As the transfusion
went on something like life seemed to come back to poor Lucy's cheeks, and
through Arthur's growing pallor the joy of his face seemed absolutely to shine.
After a bit I began to grow anxious, for the loss of blood was telling on
Arthur, strong man as he was. It gave me an idea of what a terrible strain
Lucy's system must have undergone that what weakened Arthur only partially
restored her. But the Professor's face was set, and he stood watch in hand
and with his eyes fixed now on the patient and now on Arthur. I could hear
my own heart beat. Presently he said in a soft voice: "Do not stir an
instant. It is enough. You attend him; I will look to her." When all
was over I could see how much Arthur was weakened. I dressed the wound and
took his arm to bring him away, when Van Helsing spoke without turning round-
the man seems to have eyes in the back of his head:-
lover, I think deserve another kiss, which he shall have presently."
And as he had now finished his operation, he adjusted the pillow to the patient's
head. As he did so the narrow black velvet band which she seems always to
wear round her throat, buckled with an old diamond buckle which her lover
had given her, was dragged a little up, and showed a red mark on her throat.
Arthur did not notice it, but I could hear the deep hiss of indrawn breath
which is one of Van Helsing's ways of betraying emotion. He said nothing at
the moment, but turned to me, saying: "Now take down our brave young
lover, give him of the port wine, and let him lie down a while. He must then
go home and rest, sleep much and eat much, that he may be recruited of what
he has so given to his love. He must not stay here. Hold! a moment. I may
take it, sir, that you are anxious of result. Then bring it with you that
in all ways the operation is
successful. You have saved her life this time, and you can go home and rest
easy in mind that all that can be is. I shall tell her all when she is well;
she shall love you none the less for what you have done. Good-bye."
When Arthur had
gone I went back to the room. Lucy was sleeping gently, but her breathing
was stronger; I could see the counterpane move as her breast heaved. By the
bedside sat Van Helsing, looking at her intently. The velvet band again covered
the red mark. I asked the Professor in a whisper:-
you make of that mark on her throat?"
you make of it?"
"I have not
examined it yet," I answered, and then and there proceeded to loose the
band. Just over the external jugular vein there were two punctures, not large,
but not wholesome-looking. There was no sign of disease, but the edges were
white and worn-looking, as if by some trituration. It at once occurred to
me that this wound, or whatever it was, might be the means of that manifest
loss of blood; but I abandoned the idea as soon as formed, for such a thing
could not be. The whole bed would have been drenched to a scarlet with the
blood which the girl must have lost to leave such a pallor as she had before
said Van Helsing.
said I, "I can make nothing of it." The Professor stood up. "I
must go back to Amsterdam to-night," he said. "There are books and
things there which I want. You must remain here all the night, and you must
not let your sight pass from her."
have a nurse?" I asked.
"We are the
best nurses, you and I. You keep watch all night; see that she is well fed,
and that nothing disturbs her. You must not sleep all the night. Later on
we can sleep, you and I. I shall be back as soon as possible. And then we
I said. "What on earth do you mean?"
see!" he answered as he hurried out. He came back a moment later and
put his head inside the door and said with warning finger held up:-
"Remember, she is your charge. If you leave her, and harm befall,
you shall not sleep easy hereafter!"
Dr. Seward's Diary- continued.
I sat up all night with Lucy. The opiate worked itself off towards dusk, and
she waked naturally; she looked a different being from what she had been before
the operation. Her spirits even were good, and she was full of a happy vivacity,
but I could see evidences of the absolute prostration which she had undergone.
When I told Mrs. Westenra that Dr. Van Helsing had directed that I should
sit up with her she almost pooh-poohed the idea, pointing out her daughter's
renewed strength and excellent spirits. I was firm, however, and made preparations
for my long vigil. When her maid had prepared her for the night I came in,
having in the meantime had supper, and took a seat by the bedside. She did
not in any way make objection, but looked at me gratefully whenever I caught
her eye. After a long spell she seemed sinking off to sleep, but with an effort
seemed to pull herself together and shook it off. This
was repeated several times, with greater effort and with shorter pauses as
the time moved on. It was apparent that she did not want to sleep, so I tackled
the subject at once:-
"You do not
want to go to sleep?"
"No; I am
go to sleep! Why so? It is the boon we all crave for."
if you were like me- if sleep was to you a presage of horror!"
of horror! What on earth do you mean?"
know; oh, I don't know. And that is what is so terrible. All this weakness
comes to me in sleep; until I dread the very thought."
dear girl, you may sleep to-night. I am here watching you, and I can promise
that nothing will happen."
"Ah, I can
trust you!" I seized the opportunity, and said: "I promise you that
if I see any evidence of bad dreams I will wake you at once."
Oh, will you really? How good you are to me. Then I will sleep!" And
almost at the word she gave a deep sigh of relief, and sank back, asleep.
All night long
I watched by, her. She never stirred, but slept on and on in a deep, tranquil,
life-giving, health-giving sleep. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breast
rose and fell with the regularity of a pendulum. There was a smile on her
face, and it was evident that no bad dreams had come to disturb her peace
In the early morning
her maid came, and I left her in her care and took myself back home, for I
was anxious about many things. I sent a short wire to Van Helsing and to Arthur,
telling them of the excellent result of the operation. My own work, with its
manifold arrears, took me all day to clear off, it was dark when I was able
to inquire about my zoophagous patient. The report was good; he had been quite
quiet for the past day and night. A telegram came from Van Helsing at Amsterdam
whilst I was at dinner, suggesting that I should be at Hillingham to-night,
as it might be well to be at hand, and stating that he was leaving by the
night mail and would join me early in the morning.
I was pretty tired and worn out when I got to Hillingham. For two nights I
had hardly had a wink of sleep, and my brain was beginning to feel that numbness
which marks cerebral exhaustion. Lucy was up and in cheerful spirits. When
she shook hands with me she looked sharply in my face and said:-
up to-night for you. You are worn out. I am quite well again; indeed, I am;
and if there is to be any sitting up, it is I who will sit up with you."
I would not argue the point, but went and had my supper. Lucy came with me,
and, enlivened by her charming presence, I made an excellent meal, and had
a couple of glasses of the more than excellent port. Then Lucy took me upstairs,
and showed me a room next her own, where a cozy fire was burning. "Now,"
she said, "you must stay here. I shall leave this door open and my door
too. You can lie on the sofa for I know that nothing would induce any of you
doctors to go to bed whilst there is a patient above the horizon. If I want
anything I shall call out, and you can come to me at once." I could not
but acquiesce, for I was "dob-tired," and could not have sat up
had I tried. So, on her renewing her promise to call me if she should want
anything, I lay on the sofa, and forgot all about
Lucy Westenra's Diary.
I feel so happy to-night. I have been so miserably weak, that to be able to
think and move about is like feeling sunshine after a long spell of east wind
out of a steel sky. Somehow Arthur feels very, very close to me. I seem to
feel his presence warm about me. I suppose it is that sickness and weakness
are selfish things and turn our inner eyes and sympathy on ourselves, whilst
health and strength give Love rein, and in thought and feeling he can wander
where he wills. I know where my thoughts are. If Arthur only knew! My dear,
my dear, your ears must tingle as you sleep, as mine do waking. Oh, the blissful
rest of last night! How I slept, with that dear, good Dr. Seward watching
me. And to-night I shall not fear to sleep, since he is close at hand and
within call. Thank everybody for being so good to me! Thank God! Good-night
Dr. Seward's Diary.
I was conscious of the Professor's hand on my head, and started awake all
in a second. That is one of the things that we learn in an asylum, at any
is our patient?"
I left her, or rather when she left me," I answered.
us see," he said. And together we went into the room.
The blind was
down, and I went over to raise it gently, whilst Van Helsing stepped, with
his soft, cat-like tread, over to the bed.
As I raised the
blind, and the morning sunlight flooded the room, I heard the Professor's
low hiss of inspiration, and knowing its rarity, a deadly fear shot through
my heart. As I passed over he moved back, and his exclamation of horror, "Gott
in Himmel!" needed no enforcement from his agonised face. He raised his
hand and pointed to the bed, and his iron face was drawn and ashen white.
I felt my knees begin to tremble.
There on the bed,
seemingly in a swoon, lay poor Lucy, more horribly white and wan-looking than
ever. Even the lips were white, and the gums seemed to have shrunken back
from the teeth, as we sometimes see in a corpse after a prolonged illness.
Van Helsing raised his foot to stamp in anger, but the instinct of his life
and all the long years of habit stood to him, and he put it down again softly.
"Quick!" he said. "Bring the brandy." I flew to the dining-room,
and returned with the decanter. He wetted the poor white lips with it, and
together we rubbed palm and wrist and heart. He felt her heart, and after
a few moments of agonising suspense said:-
"It is not
too late. It beats, though but feebly. All our work is undone; we must begin
again. There is no young Arthur here now; I have to call on you yourself this
time, friend John." As he spoke, he was dipping into his bag and producing
the instruments for transfusion; I had taken off my coat and rolled up my
shirt-sleeve. There was no possibility of an opiate just at present, and no
need of one; and so, without a moment's delay, we began the operation. After
a time- it did not seem a short time either, for the draining away of one's
blood, no matter how willingly it be given, is a terrible feeling- Van Helsing
held up a warning finger. "Do not stir," he said, "but I fear
that with growing strength she may wake; and that would make danger, oh, so
much danger. But I shall precaution take. I shall give hypodermic injection
of morphia." He proceeded then, swiftly and deftly, to carry out his
intent. The effect on Lucy was not bad, for the faint seemed to merge subtly
into the narcotic sleep. It was with a feeling of personal pride that I could
see a faint tinge of colour steal back into the pallid cheeks and lips. No
man knows till he experiences it, what it is to feel his own life-blood drawn
away into the veins of the woman he loves.
watched me critically. "That will do," he said. "Already?"
I remonstrated. "You took a great deal more from Art." To which
he smiled a sad sort of smile as he replied:-
"He is her
lover, her fiance. You have work, much work, to do for her and for others;
and the present will suffice."
When we stopped
the operation, he attended to Lucy, whilst I applied digital pressure to my
own incision. I laid down, whilst I waited his leisure to attend to me, for
I felt faint and a little sick. By-and-by he bound up my wound, and sent me
downstairs to get a glass of wine for myself. As I was leaving the room, he
came after me,
and half whispered:-
must be said of this. If our young lover should turn up unexpected, as before,
no word to him. It would at once frighten him and enjealous him, too. There
must be none. So!"
When I came back
he looked at me carefully, and then said:-
not much the worse. Go into the room, and lie on your sofa, and rest awhile;
then have much breakfast, and come here to me."
I followed out
his orders, for I knew how right and wise they were. I had done my part, and
now my next duty was to keep up my strength. I felt very weak, and in the
weakness lost something of the amazement at what had occurred. I fell asleep
on the sofa, however, wondering over and over again how Lucy had made such
a retrograde movement, and how she could have been drained of so much blood
with no sign anywhere to show for it. I think I must have continued my wonder
in my dreams, for, sleeping and waking, my thoughts always came back to the
little punctures in her throat and the ragged, exhausted appearance of their
edges- tiny though they were.
Lucy slept well
into the day and when she woke she was fairly well and strong, though not
nearly so much so as the day before. When Van Helsing had seen her, he went
out for a walk, leaving me in charge, with strict injunctions that I was not
to leave her for a moment. I could hear his voice in the hall, asking the
way to the nearest telegraph office.
Lucy chatted with
me freely, and seemed quite unconscious that anything had happened. I tried
to keep her amused and interested. When her mother came up to see her, she
did not seem to notice any change whatever, but said to me gratefully:-
"We owe you
so much, Dr. Seward, for all you have done, but you really must now take care
not to overwork yourself. You are looking pale yourself. You want a wife to
nurse and look after you a bit; that you do!" As she spoke, Lucy turned
crimson, though it was only momentarily, for her poor wasted veins could not
stand for long such an unwonted drain to the head. The reaction came in excessive
pallor as she turned imploring eyes on me. I smiled and nodded, and laid my
finger on my lips; with a sigh, she sank back amid her pillows.
Van Helsing returned
in a couple of hours, and presently said to me: "Now you go home, and
eat much and drink enough. Make yourself strong. I stay here to-night, and
I shall sit up with little miss myself. You and I must watch the case, and
we must have none other to know. I have grave reasons. No, do not ask them;
think what you will. Do not fear to think even the most not-probable. Good-night."
In the hall two
of the maids came to me, and asked if they or either of them might not sit
up with Miss Lucy. They implored me to let them; and when I said it was Dr.
Van Helsing's wish that either he or I should sit up, they asked me quite
piteously to intercede with the "foreign gentleman." I was much
touched by their kindness. Perhaps it is because I am weak at present, and
perhaps because it was on Lucy's account, that their devotion was manifested;
for over and over again have I seen similar instances of woman's kindness.
I got back here in time for a late dinner; went my rounds- all well; and set
this down whilst waiting for sleep. It is coming.
September.- This afternoon I went over to Hillingham. Found Van Helsing in
excellent spirits, and Lucy much better. Shortly after I had arrived, a big
parcel from abroad came for the Professor. He opened it with much impressment-
assumed, of course- and showed a great bundle of white flowers.
are for you, Miss Lucy," he said.
me? Oh, Dr. Van Helsing!"
my dear, but not for you to play with. These are medicines." Here Lucy
made a wry face. "Nay, but they are not to take in a decoction or in
nauseous form, so you need not snub that so charming nose, or I shall point
out to my friend Arthur what woes he may have to endure in seeing so much
beauty that he so loves so much distort. Aha, my pretty miss, that bring the
so nice nose all straight again, This is medicinal, but you do not know how.
I put him in your window, I make pretty wreath, and hang him round your neck,
so that you sleep well. Oh yes! they, like the lotus flower, make your trouble
forgotten. It smell so like the waters of Lethe, and of that fountain of youth
that the Conquistodores sought for in the Floridas, and find him all too late."
he was speaking, Lucy had been examining the flowers and smelling them. Now
she threw them down. saying, with half-laughter and half-disgust:
Professor, I believe you are only putting up a joke on me. Why, these flowers
are only common garlic."
my surprise, Van Helsing rose up and said with all his sterness, his iron
jaw set and his bushy eyebrows meeting:-
trifling with me! I never jest! There is grim purpose in all I do; and I warn
you that you do not thwart me. Take care, for the sake of others if not for
your own." Then seeing poor Lucy scared, as she might well be, he went
on more gently: "Oh, little miss, my dear, do not fear me. I only do
for your good; but there is much virtue to you in those so common flowers.
See, I place them myself in your room. I make myself the wreath that you are
to wear. But hush! no telling to others that make so inquisitive questions.
We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience; and obedience is to bring
you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you. Now sit still awhile.
Come with me, friend John, and you shall help me deck the room with my garlic,
which is all the way from Haarlem, where my friend Vanderpool raise herb in
his glass-houses all the year. I had to telegraph yesterday, or they would
not have been here."
went into the room, taking the flowers with us. The Professor's actions were
certainly odd and not to be found in any pharmacopoeia that I ever heard of.
First he fastened up the windows and latched them securely; next, taking a
handful of the flowers, he rubbed them all over the sashes, as though to ensure
that every whiff of air that might get in would be laden with the garlic smell.
Then with the wisp he rubbed all over the jamb of the door, above, below,
and at each side, and round the fireplace in the same way. It all seemed grotesque
to me, and presently I said:-
Professor, I know you always have a reason for what you do, but this certainly
puzzles me. It is well we have no sceptic here, or he would say that you were
working some spell to keep out an evil spirit."
I am!" he answered quietly as he began to make the wreath which Lucy
was to wear round her neck.
then waited whilst Lucy made her toilet for the night, and when she was in
bed he came and himself fixed the wreath of garlic round her neck. The last
words he said to her were:-
care you do not disturb it; and even if the room feel close, do not to-night
open the window or the door."
promise," said Lucy,- "and thank you both a thousand times for all
your kindness to me! Oh, what have I done to be blessed with such friends?"
we left the house in my fly, which was waiting, Van Helsing said:-
I can sleep in peace, and sleep I want- two nights of travel, much reading
in the day between, and much anxiety on the day to follow, and a night to
sit up, without to wink. To-morrow in the morning early you call for me, and
we come together to see our pretty miss, so much more strong for my 'spell'
which I have work. Ho! ho!"
seemed so confident that I, remembering my own confidence two nights before
and with the baneful result, felt awe and vague terror. It must have been
my weakness that made me hesitate to tell it to my friend, but I felt it all
the more, like unshed tears.
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