Дракула

           Idrewawayquietly,andhe,holdingmyarm,cameeasily. Wewalkedalittlefurther,andthenwentinandsatforawhileintheGreenPark. Itwasahotdayforautumn,andtherewasacomfortableseatinashadyplace. Afterafewminutes’staringatnothing,Jonathan’seyesclosed,andhewentquicklyintoasleep,withhisheadonmyshoulder. Ithoughtitwasthebestthingforhim,sodidnotdisturbhim. Inabouttwentyminuteshewokeup,andsaidtomequitecheerfully, 

           "Why,Mina,haveIbeenasleep! Oh,doforgivemeforbeingsorude. Come,andwe’llhaveacupofteasomewhere." 

           Hehadevidentlyforgottenallaboutthedarkstranger,asinhisillnesshehadforgottenallthatthisepisodehadremindedhimof. Idon’tlikethislapsingintoforgetfulness. Itmaymakeorcontinuesomeinjurytothebrain. Imustnotaskhim,forfearIshalldomoreharmthangood,butImustsomehowlearnthefactsofhisjourneyabroad. Thetimeiscome,Ifear,whenImustopentheparcel,andknowwhatiswritten. Oh,Jonathan,youwill,Iknow,forgivemeifIdowrong,butitisforyourowndearsake. 

           Later. —Asadhomecomingineveryway,thehouseemptyofthedearsoulwhowassogoodtous. Jonathanstillpaleanddizzyunderaslightrelapseofhismalady,andnowatelegramfromVanHelsing,whoeverhemaybe. "YouwillbegrievedtohearthatMrs.Westenradiedfivedaysago,andthatLucydiedthedaybeforeyesterday. Theywerebothburiedtoday." 

           Oh,whatawealthofsorrowinafewwords! PoorMrs.Westenra! PoorLucy! Gone,gone,nevertoreturntous! Andpoor,poorArthur,tohavelostsuchasweetnessoutofhislife! Godhelpusalltobearourtroubles.