17 September. Night. I write this and leave it to be seen, so that nobody could be in trouble because of me. This is an accurate record of what happened tonight. I feel I am dying of weakness and I have barely strength to write, but I do, though he die in the attempt.
I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed as ordered Dr. Van Helsing, and soon fell asleep.
I awakened by the flapping at the window, which had begun since that night when I walked up the gorge sleepwalking Whitby, where Mina saved me, and I now know so well. I was not afraid, but if I wanted that Dr. Seward was in the room next door (as was dback to bed, but with the firm determination not to sleep. When the door opened and my mother looked through it, seeing it for my movement was not asleep, came in and sat beside me. I said, more sweetly and softly than usual:
"I was uneasy about you, darling, and I went to see if you were okay.
I feared that might catch cold sitting there, and asked him to come and sleep with me, so he got into bed and lay down beside me, did not take off his robe, saying that would only be one moment and then return to his own bed. As he lay there in my arms, and I in hers the flapping and rubbing the window again. She was surprised and a little frightened, he asked: "What is that?" I tried to cnscurrir long time, but it was very, very terrible, until I could regain consciousness again. Somewhere nearby, a bell bent, all the neighborhood dogs were howling, and in our shrubbery, seemingly very near, he sang a nightingale. I was dazed and dull pain, terror and weakness, but the sound of the nightingale seemed like the voice of my dead mother back to comfort me. The sounds seem to also awakened the maids, for I could hear his footsteps running barefoot outside my door. I called them and they entered, they saw what had happened, and what was resting on me in bed, were screaming. The wind broke through the broken window and the door slammed shut. They lifted the bodycringed when I saw what had happened. The four lay helpless on the floor, breathing heavily. The decanter of sherry was on the table half full, but there were about a strange pungent odor. I had my suspicions and examined the decanter. It smelt of laudanum, and looking in the cupboard I found the bottle that the doctor my mother used to it (oh, I used!) Was empty. What should I do? What should I do? I'm back in the room with mom. I can not leave, and I am alone, save for the servants slept, someone has drugged. Alone with the dead! I dare not leave, because I hear the faint howling of the wolf through the broken window. The air seems full of spots, floating and spinning in the current window and flashing blue lights dim. "What should I do? God protect me from harm tonight! Hide this paper in my breast, where they will find when they come to dress the corpse. My dear mother is gone! It is time that I also go.
Goodbye, dear Arthur, if I can not survive tonight. May God protect you, dear, and God help me.
I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed as ordered Dr. Van Helsing, and soon fell asleep.
I awakened by the flapping at the window, which had begun since that night when I walked up the gorge sleepwalking Whitby, where Mina saved me, and I now know so well. I was not afraid, but if I wanted that Dr. Seward was in the room next door (as was dback to bed, but with the firm determination not to sleep. When the door opened and my mother looked through it, seeing it for my movement was not asleep, came in and sat beside me. I said, more sweetly and softly than usual:
"I was uneasy about you, darling, and I went to see if you were okay.
I feared that might catch cold sitting there, and asked him to come and sleep with me, so he got into bed and lay down beside me, did not take off his robe, saying that would only be one moment and then return to his own bed. As he lay there in my arms, and I in hers the flapping and rubbing the window again. She was surprised and a little frightened, he asked: "What is that?" I tried to cnscurrir long time, but it was very, very terrible, until I could regain consciousness again. Somewhere nearby, a bell bent, all the neighborhood dogs were howling, and in our shrubbery, seemingly very near, he sang a nightingale. I was dazed and dull pain, terror and weakness, but the sound of the nightingale seemed like the voice of my dead mother back to comfort me. The sounds seem to also awakened the maids, for I could hear his footsteps running barefoot outside my door. I called them and they entered, they saw what had happened, and what was resting on me in bed, were screaming. The wind broke through the broken window and the door slammed shut. They lifted the bodycringed when I saw what had happened. The four lay helpless on the floor, breathing heavily. The decanter of sherry was on the table half full, but there were about a strange pungent odor. I had my suspicions and examined the decanter. It smelt of laudanum, and looking in the cupboard I found the bottle that the doctor my mother used to it (oh, I used!) Was empty. What should I do? What should I do? I'm back in the room with mom. I can not leave, and I am alone, save for the servants slept, someone has drugged. Alone with the dead! I dare not leave, because I hear the faint howling of the wolf through the broken window. The air seems full of spots, floating and spinning in the current window and flashing blue lights dim. "What should I do? God protect me from harm tonight! Hide this paper in my breast, where they will find when they come to dress the corpse. My dear mother is gone! It is time that I also go.
Goodbye, dear Arthur, if I can not survive tonight. May God protect you, dear, and God help me.
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