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Jonathan Harker’s Journal

           IamwritingupthispartofthediarywhilstIamwaitingforthecoach,whichis,ofcourse,late;andthecrucifixisstillroundmyneck. 

           Whetheritistheoldlady’sfear,orthemanyghostlytraditionsofthisplace,orthecrucifixitself,Idonotknow,butIamnotfeelingnearlyaseasyinmymindasusual. 

           IfthisbookshouldeverreachMinabeforeIdo,letitbringmygoodbye.Herecomesthecoach! 

           5May. TheCastle. Thegrayofthemorninghaspassed,andthesunishighoverthedistanthorizon,whichseemsjagged,whetherwithtreesorhillsIknownot,foritissofaroffthatbigthingsandlittlearemixed. 

           Iamnotsleepy,and,asIamnottobecalledtillIawake,naturallyIwritetillsleepcomes. 

           Therearemanyoddthingstoputdown,and,lestwhoreadsthemmayfancythatIdinedtoowellbeforeIleftBistritz,letmeputdownmydinnerexactly. 

           Idinedonwhattheycalled"robbersteak"bitsofbacon,onion,andbeef,seasonedwithredpepper,andstrungonsticks,androastedoverthefire,insimplestyleoftheLondoncat’smeat! 

           ThewinewasGoldenMediasch,whichproducesaqueerstingonthetongue,whichis,however,notdisagreeable. 

           Ihadonlyacoupleofglassesofthis,andnothingelse. 

           WhenIgotonthecoach,thedriverhadnottakenhisseat,andIsawhimtalkingtothelandlady. 

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