When this was done, he lifted the child and said, "Come now, my friendsWe can do no more till tomorrowThere is a funeral at noon, so here we shall all come before long after thatThe friends of the dead will all be gone by two, and when the sexton locks the gate we shall remainThen there is more to do, but not like this of tonightAs for this little one, he is not much harmed, and by tomorrow night he shall be wellWe shall leave him where the police will find him, as on the other night, and then to home Coming close to Arthur, he said, "My friend Arthur, you have had a sore trial, but after, when you look back, you will see how it was necessaryYou are now in the bitter waters, my childBy this time tomorrow you will, please God, have passed them, and have drunk of the sweet watersSo do not mourn over-muchTill then I shall not ask you to forgive me Arthur and Quincey came home with me, and we tried to cheer each other on the wayWe had left behind the child in safety, and were tiredSo we all slept with more or less reality of sleep 29 September, night-A little before twelve o'clock we three, Arthur, Quincey Morris, and myself, called for the ProfessorIt was odd to notice that by common consent we had all put on black clothesOf course, Arthur wore black, for he was in deep mourning, but the rest of us wore it by instinctWe got to the graveyard by half-past one, and strolled about, keeping out of official observation, so that when the gravediggers had completed their task and the sexton, under the belief that every one had gone, had locked the gate, we had the place all to ourselvesVan Helsing, instead of his little black bag, had with him a long leather one, something like a cricketing bagIt was manifestly of fair weight When we were alone and had heard the last of the footsteps die out up the road, we silently, and as if by ordered intention, followed the Professor to the tombHe unlocked the door, and we entered, closing it behind usThen he took from his bag the lantern, which he lit, and also two wax candles, which, when lighted, he stuck by melting their own ends, on other coffins, so that they might give light sufficient to work byWhen he again lifted the lid off Lucy's coffin we all looked, Arthur trembling like an aspen, and saw that the corpse lay there in all its death beautyBut there was no love in my own heart, nothing but loathing for the foul Thing which had taken Lucy's shape without her soulI could see even Arthur's face grow hard as he lookedPresently he said to Van Helsing, "Is this really Lucy's body, or only a demon in her shape?" "It is her body, and yet not itBut wait a while, and you shall see her as she was, and is She seemed like a nightmare of Lucy as she lay there, the pointed teeth, the blood stained, voluptuous mouth, which made one shudder to see, the whole carnal and unspirited appearance, seeming like a devilish mockery of Lucy's sweet purityVan Helsing, with his usual methodicalness, began taking the various contents from his bag and placing them ready for useFirst he took out a soldering iron and some plumbing solder, and then small oil lamp, which gave out, when lit in a corner of the tomb, gas which burned at a fierce heat with a blue flame, then his operating knives, which he placed to hand, and last a round wooden stake, some two and a half or three inches thick and about three feet longOne end of it was hardened by charring in the fire, and was sharpened to a fine pointWith this stake came a heavy hammer, such as in households is used in the coal cellar for breaking the lumpsTo me, a doctor's preparations for work of any kind are stimulating and bracing, but the effect of these things on both Arthur and Quincey was to cause them a sort of consternationThey both, however, kept their courage, and remained silent and quiet When all was ready, Van Helsing said, "Before we do anything, let me tell you thisIt is out of the lore and experience of the ancients and of all those who have studied the powers of the UnDeadWhen they become such, there comes with the change the curse of shop immortality

Legree stopped at the foot of the stairs, and heard a voice singingIt seemed strange and ghostlike in that dreary old house, perhaps because of the already tremulous state of his nervesHark! what is it? A wild, pathetic voice, chants a hymn common among the slaves: ?O there?ll be mourning, mourning, mourning, O there?ll be mourning, at the judgment-seat of Christ!? ?Blast the girl!? said LegreeEm! Em!? he called, harshly; but only a mocking echo from the walls answered himThe sweet voice still sung on: ?Parents and children there shall part! Parents and children there shall part! Shall part to meet no more!? And clear and loud swelled through the empty halls the refrain, ?O there?ll be mourning, mourning, mourning, O there?ll be mourning, at the judgment-seat of Christ!? Legree stoppedHe would have been ashamed to tell of it, but large drops of sweat stood on his forehead, his heart beat heavy and thick with fear; he even thought he saw something white rising and glimmering in the gloom before him, and shuddered to think what if the form of his dead mother should suddenly appear to him ?I know one thing,? he said to himself, as he stumbled back in the sitting-room, and sat down; ?I?ll let that fellow alone, after this! What did I want of his cussed paper? I b?lieve I am bewitched, sure enough! I?ve been shivering and sweating, ever since! Where did he get that hair? It couldn?t have been that! I burnt that up, I know I did! It would be a joke, if hair could rise from the dead!? Ah, Legree! that golden tress was charmed; each hair had in it a spell of terror and remorse for thee, and was used by a mightier power to bind thy cruel hands from inflicting uttermost evil on the helpless! ?I say,? said Legree, stamping and whistling to the dogs, ?wake up, some of you, and keep me company!? but the dogs only opened one eye at him, sleepily, and closed it again ?I?ll have Sambo and Quimbo up here, to sing and dance one of their hell dances, and keep off these horrid notions,? said Legree; and, putting on his hat, he went on to the verandah, and blew a horn, with which he commonly summoned his two sable drivers Legree was often wont, when in a gracious humor, to get these two worthies into his sitting-room, and, after warming them up with whiskey, amuse himself by setting them to singing, dancing or fighting, as the humor took him It was between one and two o?clock at night, as Cassy was returning from her ministrations to poor Tom, that she heard the sound of wild shrieking, whooping, halloing, and singing, from the sitting-room, mingled with the barking of dogs, and other symptoms of general uproar She came up on the verandah steps, and looked inLegree and both the drivers, in a state of furious intoxication, were singing, whooping, upsetting chairs, and making all manner of ludicrous and horrid grimaces at each other She rested her small, slender hand on the window-blind, and looked fixedly at them;?there was a world of anguish, scorn, and fierce bitterness, in her black eyes, as she did so?Would it be a sin to rid the world of such a wretch?? she said to herself She turned hurriedly away, and, passing round to a back door, glided up stairs, and tapped at Emmeline?s door Chapter 36 Emmeline and Cassy Cassy entered the room, and found Emmeline sitting, pale with fear, in the furthest corner of itAs she came in, the girl started up nervously; but, on seeing who it was, rushed forward, and catching her arm, said, ?O Cassy, is it you? I?m so glad you?ve come! I was afraid it was?O, you don?t know what a horrid noise there has been, down stairs, all this evening!? ?I ought to know,? said Cassy, dryly?I?ve heard it often enough ?O Cassy! do tell me,?couldn?t we get away from this place? I don?t care where,?into the swamp among the snakes,?anywhere! Couldn?t we get somewhere away from here?? ?Nowhere, but into our graves,? said Cassy ?Did you ever try?? ?I?ve seen enough of trying and what comes of it,? said Cassy ?I?d be willing to live in the swamps, and gnaw the bark from treesI an?t afraid of snakes! I?d rather have one near me than him,? said Emmeline, eagerly ?There have been a good many here of your opinion,? said Cassy; ?but you couldn?t stay in the swamps,?you?d be tracked by the dogs, and brought back, and then?then?? ?What would he do?? said the girl, looking, with breathless interest, into her face ?What wouldn?t he do, you?d better ask,? said Cassy?He?s learned his trade well, among the pirates in the West IndiesYou wouldn?t sleep much, if I should tell you things I?ve seen,?things that he tells of, sometimes, for good jokesI?ve heard screams here that I haven?t been able to get out of my head for weeks and weeksThere?s a place way out down by the quarters, where you can see a black, blasted tree, and the ground all covered with black ashesAsk anyone what was done there, and see if they will dare to tell you ?O! what do you mean?? ?I won?t tell youI hate to think of itAnd I tell you, the Lord only knows what we may see tomorrow, if that poor fellow holds out as he?s begun ?Horrid!? said Emmeline, every drop of blood receding from her cheeks?O, Cassy, do tell me what I shall do!? ?What I?ve doneDo the best you can,?do what you must,?and make it up in hating and cursing ?He wanted to make me drink some of his hateful brandy,? said Emmeline; ?and I hate it so?? ?You?d better drink,? said Cassy?I hated it, too; and now I can?t live without itOne must have something;?things don?t look so dreadful, when you take that ?Mother used to tell me never to touch any such thing,? said shop Emmeline

"We have learnt something? much! Notwithstanding his brave words, he fears usHe fears time, he fears want! For if not, why he hurry so? His very tone betray him, or my ears deceiveWhy take that money? You follow quickYou are hunters of the wild beast, and understand it soFor me, I make sure that nothing here may be of use to him, if so that he returns As he spoke he put the money remaining in his pocket, took the title deeds in the bundle as Harker had left them, and swept the remaining things into the open fireplace, where he set fire to them with a match Godalming and Morris had rushed out into the yard, and Harker had lowered himself from the window to follow the CountHe had, however, bolted the stable door, and by the time they had forced it open there was no sign of himVan Helsing and I tried to make inquiry at the back of the houseBut the mews was deserted and no one had seen him depart It was now late in the afternoon, and sunset was not far offWe had to recognize that our game was upWith heavy hearts we agreed with the Professor when he said, "Let us go back to Madam MinaPoor, poor dear Madam MinaAll we can do just now is done, and we can there, at least, protect herBut we need not despairThere is but one more earth box, and we must try to find itWhen that is done all may yet be well I could see that he spoke as bravely as he could to comfort HarkerThe poor fellow was quite broken down, now and again he gave a low groan which he could not suppressHe was thinking of his wife With sad hearts we came back to my house, where we found MrsHarker waiting us, with an appearance of cheerfulness which did honour to her bravery and unselfishnessWhen she saw our faces, her own became as pale as deathFor a second or two her eyes were closed as if she were in secret prayer And then she said cheerfully, "I can never thank you all enoughOh, my poor darling!" As she spoke, she took her husband's grey head in her hands and kissed it "Lay your poor head here and rest itAll will yet be well, dear! God will protect us if He so will it in His good intent The poor fellow groanedThere was no place for words in his sublime misery We had a sort of perfunctory supper together, and I think it cheered us all up somewhatIt was, perhaps, the mere animal heat of food to hungry people, for none of us had eaten anything since breakfast, or the sense of companionship may have helped us, but anyhow we were all less miserable, and saw the morrow as not altogether without hope True to our promise, we told MrsHarker everything which had passedAnd although she grew snowy white at times when danger had seemed to threaten her husband, and red at others when his devotion to her was manifested, she listened bravely and with calmnessWhen we came to the part where Harker had rushed at the Count so recklessly, she clung to her husband's arm, and held it tight as though her clinging could protect him from any harm that might comeShe said nothing, however, till the narration was all done, and matters had been brought up to the present time Then without letting go her husband's hand she stood up amongst us and spokeOh, that I could give any idea of the shop scene

I spect they?s the kind, though they han?t never had no practiceThey ?s far dogs, though, at most anything, if you?d get ?em startedHere, Bruno,? he called, whistling to the lumbering Newfoundland, who came pitching tumultuously toward them ?You go hang!? said Haley, getting up Sam tumbled up accordingly, dexterously contriving to tickle Andy as he did so, which occasioned Andy to split out into a laugh, greatly to Haley?s indignation, who made a cut at him with his riding-whip ?I ?s ?stonished at yer, Andy,? said Sam, with awful gravity?This yer?s a seris bisness, AndyYer mustn?t be a makin? gameThis yer an?t no way to help Mas?r ?I shall take the straight road to the river,? said Haley, decidedly, after they had come to the boundaries of the estate?I know the way of all of ?em,?they makes tracks for the underground ?Sartin,? said Sam, ?dat?s de ideeMas?r Haley hits de thing right in de middleNow, der?s two roads to de river,?de dirt road and der pike,?which Mas?r mean to take?? Andy looked up innocently at Sam, surprised at hearing this new geographical fact, but instantly confirmed what he said, by a vehement reiteration ?Cause,? said Sam, ?I?d rather be ?clined to ?magine that Lizy ?d take de dirt road, bein? it?s the least travelled Haley, notwithstanding that he was a very old bird, and naturally inclined to be suspicious of chaff, was rather brought up by this view of the case ?If yer warn?t both on yer such cussed liars, now!? he said, contemplatively as he pondered a moment The pensive, reflective tone in which this was spoken appeared to amuse Andy prodigiously, and he drew a little behind, and shook so as apparently to run a great risk of failing off his horse, while Sam?s face was immovably composed into the most doleful gravity ?Course,? said Sam, ?Mas?r can do as he?d ruther, go de straight road, if Mas?r thinks best,?it?s all one to usNow, when I study ?pon it, I think de straight road de best, deridedly ?She would naturally go a lonesome way,? said Haley, thinking aloud, and not minding Sam?s remark ?Dar an?t no sayin?,? said Sam; ?gals is pecular; they never does nothin? ye thinks they will; mose gen?lly the contraryGals is nat?lly made contrary; and so, if you thinks they?ve gone one road, it is sartin you?d better go t? other, and then you?ll be sure to find ?emNow, my private ?pinion is, Lizy took der road; so I think we?d better take de straight one This profound generic view of the female sex did not seem to dispose Haley particularly to the straight road, and he announced decidedly that he should go the other, and asked Sam when they should come to it ?A little piece ahead,? said Sam, giving a wink to Andy with the eye which was on Andy?s side of the head; and he added, gravely, ?but I?ve studded on de matter, and I?m quite clar we ought not to go dat ar wayI nebber been over it no wayIt?s despit lonesome, and we might lose our way,?whar we?d come to, de Lord only knows ?Nevertheless,? said Haley, ?I shall go that way ?Now I think on ?t, I think I hearn ?em tell that dat ar road was all fenced up and down by der creek, and thar, an?t it, Andy?? Andy wasn?t certain; he?d only ?hearn tell? about that road, but never been over itIn short, he was strictly noncommittal Haley, accustomed to strike the balance of probabilities between lies of greater or lesser magnitude, thought that it lay in favor of the dirt road aforesaidThe mention of the thing he thought he perceived was involuntary on Sam?s part at first, and his confused attempts to dissuade him he set down to a desperate lying on second thoughts, as being unwilling to implicate Liza When, therefore, Sam indicated the road, Haley plunged briskly into it, followed by Sam and Andy Now, the road, in fact, was an old one, that had formerly been a thoroughfare to the river, but abandoned for many years after the laying of the new pikeIt was open for about an hour?s ride, and after that it was cut across by various farms and fencesSam knew this fact perfectly well,?indeed, the road had been so long closed up, that Andy had never heard of itHe therefore rode along with an air of dutiful submission, only groaning and vociferating occasionally that ?t was ?desp?t rough, and bad for Jerry?s foot ?Now, I jest give yer warning,? said Haley, ?I know yer; yer won?t get me to turn off this road, with all yer fussin??so you shet up!? ?Mas?r will go his own way!? said Sam, with rueful submission, at the same time winking most Portentously to Andy, whose delight was now very near the explosive point Sam was in wonderful spirits,?professed to keep a very brisk lookout,?at one time exclaiming that he saw ?a gal?s bonnet? on the top of some distant eminence, or calling to Andy ?if that thar wasn?t ?Lizy? down in the hollow;? always making these exclamations in some rough or craggy part of the road, where the sudden quickening of speed was a special inconvenience to all parties concerned, and thus keeping Haley in a state of constant shop commotion

The reflex of the dawn is high and far over the sea? Same day, noonLucy slept till I woke her and seemed not to have even changed her sideThe adventure of the night does not seem to have harmed her, on the contrary, it has benefited her, for she looks better this morning than she has done for weeksI was sorry to notice that my clumsiness with the safety-pin hurt herIndeed, it might have been serious, for the skin of her throat was piercedI must have pinched up a piece of loose skin and have transfixed it, for there are two little red points like pin-pricks, and on the band of her nightdress was a drop of bloodWhen I apologised and was concerned about it, she laughed and petted me, and said she did not even feel itFortunately it cannot leave a scar, as it is so tiny Same day, night-We passed a happy dayThe air was clear, and the sun bright, and there was a cool breezeWe took our lunch to Mulgrave Woods, MrsWestenra driving by the road and Lucy and I walking by the cliff-path and joining her at the gateI felt a little sad myself, for I could not but feel how absolutely happy it would have been had Jonathan been with meBut there! I must only be patientIn the evening we strolled in the Casino Terrace, and heard some good music by Spohr and Mackenzie, and went to bed earlyLucy seems more restful than she has been for some time, and fell asleep at onceI shall lock the door and secure the key the same as before, though I do not expect any trouble tonight-My expectations were wrong, for twice during the night I was wakened by Lucy trying to get outShe seemed, even in her sleep, to be a little impatient at finding the door shut, and went back to bed under a sort of protestI woke with the dawn, and heard the birds chirping outside of the windowLucy woke, too, and I was glad to see, was even better than on the previous morningAll her old gaiety of manner seemed to have come back, and she came and snuggled in beside me and told me all about ArthurI told her how anxious I was about Jonathan, and then she tried to comfort meWell, she succeeded somewhat, for, though sympathy can't alter facts, it can make them more bearable-Another quiet day, and to bed with the key on my wrist as beforeAgain I awoke in the night, and found Lucy sitting up in bed, still asleep, pointing to the windowI got up quietly, and pulling aside the blind, looked outIt was brilliant moonlight, and the soft effect of the light over the sea and sky, merged together in one great silent mystery, was beautiful beyond wordsBetween me and the moonlight flitted a great bat, coming and going in great whirling circlesOnce or twice it came quite close, but was, I suppose, frightened at seeing me, and flitted away across the harbour towards the abbeyWhen I came back from the window Lucy had lain down again, and was sleeping peacefullyShe did not stir again all night-On the East Cliff, reading and writing all dayLucy seems to have become as much in love with the spot as I am, and it is hard to get her away from it when it is time to come home for lunch or tea or dinnerThis afternoon she made a funny remarkWe were coming home for dinner, and had come to the top of the steps up from the West Pier and stopped to look at the view, as we generally doThe setting sun, low down in the sky, was just dropping behind KettlenessThe red light was thrown over on the East Cliff and the old abbey, and seemed to bathe everything in a beautiful rosy glowWe were silent for a while, and suddenly Lucy murmured as if to herself? "His red eyes again! They are just the shop same