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Dr. Seward’s Diary-cont.

           Therewassomethingdiabolicallysweetinhertones,somethingofthetinklingofglasswhenstruck,whichrangthroughthebrainsevenofuswhoheardthewordsaddressedtoanother. 

           AsforArthur,heseemedunderaspell,movinghishandsfromhisface,heopenedwidehisarms. Shewasleapingforthem,whenVanHelsingsprangforwardandheldbetweenthemhislittlegoldencrucifix. Sherecoiledfromit,and,withasuddenlydistortedface,fullofrage,dashedpasthimasiftoenterthetomb. 

           Whenwithinafootortwoofthedoor,however,shestopped,asifarrestedbysomeirresistibleforce. Thensheturned,andherfacewasshownintheclearburstofmoonlightandbythelamp,whichhadnownoquiverfromVanHelsing’snerves. NeverdidIseesuchbaffledmaliceonaface,andnever,Itrust,shallsucheverbeseenagainbymortaleyes. Thebeautifulcolourbecamelivid,theeyesseemedtothrowoutsparksofhellfire,thebrowswerewrinkledasthoughthefoldsoffleshwerethecoilsofMedusa’ssnakes,andthelovely,blood-stainedmouthgrewtoanopensquare,asinthepassionmasksoftheGreeksandJapanese. Ifeverafacemeantdeath,iflookscouldkill,wesawitatthatmoment. 

           Andsoforfullhalfaminute,whichseemedaneternity,sheremainedbetweentheliftedcrucifixandthesacredclosingofhermeansofentry. 

           VanHelsingbrokethesilencebyaskingArthur, "Answerme,ohmyfriend! AmItoproceedinmywork?" 

           "Doasyouwill,friend.Doasyouwill. Therecanbenohorrorlikethiseveranymore." 

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