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Jonathan Harker’s Journal Continued

           TherewasadiabolicalwickednessintheideagreatenoughfortheCount,andasthelastchanceIcriedout, "Shutthedoor!Ishallwaittillmorning." AndIcoveredmyfacewithmyhandstohidemytearsofbitterdisappointment. 

           Withonesweepofhispowerfularm,theCountthrewthedoorshut,andthegreatboltsclangedandechoedthroughthehallastheyshotbackintotheirplaces. 

           Insilencewereturnedtothelibrary,andafteraminuteortwoIwenttomyownroom. ThelastIsawofCountDraculawashiskissinghishandtome,witharedlightoftriumphinhiseyes,andwithasmilethatJudasinhellmightbeproudof. 

           WhenIwasinmyroomandabouttoliedown,IthoughtIheardawhisperingatmydoor. Iwenttoitsoftlyandlistened.Unlessmyearsdeceivedme,IheardthevoiceoftheCount. 

           "Back!Backtoyourownplace!Yourtimeisnotyetcome. Wait!Havepatience!Tonightismine.Tomorrownightisyours!" 

           Therewasalow,sweetrippleoflaughter,andinarageIthrewopenthedoor,andsawwithoutthethreeterriblewomenlickingtheirlips. AsIappeared,theyalljoinedinahorriblelaugh,andranaway. 

           Icamebacktomyroomandthrewmyselfonmyknees. Itisthensoneartheend? Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Lord,helpme,andthosetowhomIamdear! 

           30June. ThesemaybethelastwordsIeverwriteinthisdiary. Islepttilljustbeforethedawn,andwhenIwokethrewmyselfonmyknees,forIdeterminedthatifDeathcameheshouldfindmeready. 

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