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Then a cloud crossed the moon and the room suddenly 62 Dracula Visits Mina • 9 went dark. When we could see again, the Count was gone. Mrs. Harker began screaming loudly. Her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were mad with terror. It took Jonathan a few minutes to awaken from the stupor. He seemed dazed for a few seconds, but then he came to himself. ” he cried out. “Dr. Seward, Professor Van Helsing, what has happened? What is wrong? Mina, dear, what is it? How did this blood get here? My God!
From now on, Mina, you shall come to my call,” the Count had said to her. ” We could see two small wounds in her neck. Because she had resisted, I knew that she was not as yet completely under the Count’s spell. She could still be saved, if we acted fast. As soon as the sun came up, we left, knowing that Mina would be safe during the day. Our plan was to spend the day destroying all of Dracula’s dirt-filled coffins. At least, we could ruin them for Dracula’s purposes. By placing a Holy Wafer in each coffin, we would purify the dirt so he could not use it.
I can’t sleep now, so I may as well write. Last night, I fell asleep easily. Then in the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up, with a horrible sense of fear upon me. Lucy was gone. The door was shut, but not locked, as I had left it. I threw on some clothes and went to look for her. She was nowhere in the house. I ran outside and looked toward our favorite bench in the churchyard. The silver light of the moon struck a half-reclining figure on the bench. Something tall and dark bent over the snowy white figure.