Original Gothic Novel
11 October, Evening.-
Jonathan Harker has asked me to note this, as he says he is hardly equal to
the task, and he wants an exact record kept.
I think that none
of us were surprised when we were asked to see Mrs. Harker a little before
the time of sunset. We have of late come to understand that sunrise and sunset
are to her times of peculiar freedom; when her old self can be manifest without
any controlling force subduing or restraining her, or inciting her to action.
This mood or condition begins some half hour or more before actual sunrise
or sunset, and lasts till either the sun is high, or whilst the clouds are
still aglow with the rays streaming above the horizon. At first there is a
sort of negative condition, as if some tie were loosened, and then the absolute
freedom quickly follows; when, however, the freedom ceases the change-back
or relapse comes quickly, preceded only by a spell of warning silence.
we met she was somewhat constrained, and bore all the signs of an internal
struggle. I put it down myself to her making a violent effort at the earliest
instant she could do so. A very few minutes, however, gave her complete control
of herself, then, motioning her husband to sit beside her on the sofa where
she was half reclining, she made the rest of us bring chairs up close. Taking
her husband's hand in hers began:-
"We are all
here together in freedom, for perhaps the last time! I know, dear; I know
that you will always be with me to the end." This was to her husband
whose hand had, as we could see, tightened upon hers. "In the morning
we go out upon our task, and God alone knows what may be in store for any
of us. You are going to be so good to me as to take me with you. I know that
all that brave earnest men can do for a poor weak woman, whose soul perhaps
is lost- no, no, not yet, but is at any rate at stake- you will do. But you
must remember that I am not as you are. There is a poison in my blood, in
my soul, which may destroy me; which must destroy me, unless some relief comes
to us. Oh, my friends, you know as well as I do, that my soul is at stake;
and though I know there is one way out for me, you must not and I must not
take it!" She looked appealingly to us all in turn, beginning and ending
with her husband.
that way?" asked Van Helsing in a hoarse voice. "What is that way,
which we must not- may not- take?"
"That I may
die now, either by my own hand or that of another, before the greater evil
is entirely wrought. I know, and you know, that were I once dead you could
and would set free my immortal spirit, ven as you did my poor Lucy's. Were
death, or the fear of death, the only thing that stood in the way I would
not shrink to die here, now, amidst the friends who love me. But death is
not all. I cannot believe that to die in such a case, when there is hope before
us and a bitter task to be done, is God's will. Therefore, I on my part, give
up here the certainty of eternal rest, and go out into the dark where may
be the blackest things that the world or the nether world holds!" We
were all silent, for we knew instinctively that this was only a prelude. The
faces of the others were set, and Harker's grew ashen grey; perhaps he guessed
better than any of us what was coming. She continued:-
what I can give into the hotch-pot." I could not but note the quaint
legal phrase which she used in such a place, and with all seriousness. "What
will each of you give? Your lives I know," she went on quickly, "that
is easy for brave men. Your lives are God's, and you can give them back to
Him; but what will you give to me?" She looked again questioningly, but
this time avoided her husband's face. Quincey seemed to understand; he nodded,
and her face lit up. "Then I shall tell you plainly what I want, for
there must be no doubtful matter in this connection between us now. You must
promise me, one and all- even you my beloved husband- that, should the time
come, you will kill me."
that time?" The voice was Quincey's, but was low and strained.
shall be convinced that I am so changed that it is better that I die that
I may live. When I am thus dead in the flesh, then you will, without a moment's
delay, drive a stake through me and cut off my head; or do whatever else may
be wanting to give me rest!"
Quincey was the
first to rise after the pause. He knelt down before her and taking her hand
in his said solemnly:-
a rough fellow, who hasn't, perhaps, lived as a man should to win such a distinction,
but I swear to you by all that I hold sacred and dear that, should the time
ever come, I shall not flinch from the duty that you have set us. And I promise
you, too, that I shall make all certain, for if I am only doubtful I shall
take it that the time has come!"
"My true friend!"
was all she could say amid her fast falling tears, as, bending over, she kissed
the same, my dear Madam Mina!" said Van Helsing. "And I!"
said Lord Godalming, each of them in turn kneeling to her to take the oath.
I followed, myself. Then her husband turned to her wan-eyed and with a greenish
pallor which subdued the snowy whiteness of his hair, and asked:-
I, too, make such a promise, oh my wife?"
my dearest," she said, with infinite yearning of pity in her voice and
eyes. "You must not shrink. You are nearest and dearest and all the world
to me; our souls are knit into one, for all life and all time. Think dear,
that there have been times when brave men have killed their wives and their
womenkind, to keep them from failing into the hands of the enemy. Their hands
did not falter any the more because those that they loved implored them to
slay them. It is men's duty towards those whom they love, in such times of
sore trial! And oh, my dear, if it is to be that I must meet death at any
hand, let it be at the hand of him that loves me best. Dr. Van Helsing, I
have not forgotten your mercy in poor Lucy's case to him who loved"-
she stopped with a flying blush, and changed her phrase- "to him who
had best right to give her peace. If that time shall come again, I look to
you to make it a happy memory of my husband's life that it was his loving
hand which set me free from the awful thrall upon me."
swear!" came the Professor's resonant voice. Mrs. Harker smiled, positively
smiled, as with a sigh of relief she leaned back and said:-
one word of warning, a warning which you must never forget: this time, if
it ever come, may come quickly and unexpectedly, and in such case you must
lose no time in using your opportunity. At such a time I myself might be-
nay! If the time ever comes, shall be- leagued with your enemy against you."
request;" she became very solemn as she said this, "it is not vital
and necessary like the other, but I want you to do one thing for me, if you
will." We all acquiesced, but no one spoke; there was no need to speak:-
"I want you
to read the Burial Service." She was interrupted by a deep groan from
her husband; taking his hand in hers, she held it over her heart, and continued.
"You must read it over me some day. Whatever may be the issue of all
this fearful state of things, it will be a sweet thought to all or some of
us. You, my dearest, will I hope read it, for then it will be in your voice
in my memory for ever- come what may!"
my dear one," he pleaded, "death afar off from you."
she said, holding up a warning hand. "I am deeper in death at this moment
than if the weight of an earthly grave lay heavy upon me!"
"Oh my wife,
must I read it?" he said, before he began.
comfort me, my husband!" was all she said; and he began to read when
she had got the book ready.
I- how could any one- tell of that strange scene, its solemnity, its gloom,
its sadness, its horror; and withal, its sweetness. Even a sceptic, who can
see nothing but travesty of bitter truth in anything holy or emotional, would
have been melted to the heart had he seen that little group of loving and
devoted friends kneeling round that stricken and sorrowing lady; or heard
the tender passion of her husband's voice, as in tones so broken with emotion
that often he had to pause, he read the simple and beautiful service from
the Burial of the Dead. I- I cannot go on- words- and- v-voice- f-fail m-me!"...
She was right
in her instinct. Strange as it all was, bizarre as it may hereafter seem even
to us who felt its potent influence at the time, it comforted us much; and
the silence, which showed Mrs. Harker's coming relapse from her freedom of
soul, did not seem so full of despair to any of us as we had dreaded.
15 October, Varna.-
We left Charing Cross on the morning of the 12th, got to Paris the same night,
and took the places secured for us in the Orient Express. We travelled night
and day, arriving here at about five o'clock. Lord Godalming went to the Consulate
to see if any telegram had arrived for him, whilst the rest of us came on
to this hotel- "the Odessus." The journey may have had incidents;
I was, however, too eager to get on, to care for them. Until the Czarina Catherine
comes into port there will be no interest for me in anything in the wide world.
Thank God! Mina is well, and looks to be getting stronger; her colour is coming
back. She sleeps a great deal; throughout the journey she slept nearly all
the time. Before sunrise and sunset, however, she is very wakeful and alert;
and it has become a habit for Van Helsing to hypnotise her at such times.
At first, some effort was needed, and he had to make many passes; but now,
she seems to yeild at once, as if by habit, and scarcely any action is needed.
He seems to have power at these particular moments to simply will, and her
thoughts obey him. He always asks her what she can see and hear. She answers
to the first:-
all is dark." And to the second:-
"I can hear
the waves lapping against the ship, and the water rushing by. Canvas and cordage
strain and masts and yards creak. The wind is high- I can hear it in the shrouds,
and the bow throws back the foam." It is evident that the Czarina Catherine
is still a sea, hastening on her way to Varna. Lord Godalming has just returned.
He had four telegrams, one each day since we started, and all to the same
effect: that the Czarina Catherine had not been reported to Lloyd's from anywhere.
He had arranged before leaving London that his agent should send him every
day a telegram saying if the ship had been reported. He was to have a message
even if she were not reported, so that he might be sure that there was a watch
being kept at the other end of the wire.
We had dinner
and went to bed early. To-morrow we are to see the Vice-Counsul, and to arrange,
if we can, about getting on board the ship as soon as she arrives. Van Helsing
says that our chance will be to get on the boat between sunrise and sunset.
The Count, even if he takes the form of a bat, cannot cross the running water
of his own volition, and so cannot leave the ship. As he dare not change to
man's form without suspicion- which he evidently washes to avoid- he must
remain in the box. If, then, we can come on board after sunrise, he is at
our mercy; for we can open the box and make sure of him, as we did of poor
Lucy, before he wakes. What mercy he shall get from us will not count for
much. We think that we shall not have much trouble with officials or the seamen.
Thank God! this is the country where bibery can do anything, and we are well
supplied with money. We have only to make sure that the ship cannot come into
port between sunset and sunrise without our being warned, and we shall be
safe. Judge Moneybag will settle this case, I think!
16 October.- Mina's
report still the same: lapping waves and rushing water, darkness and favouring
winds. We are evidently in good time, and when we hear of the Czarina Catherine
we shall be ready. As she must pass the Dardanelles we are sure to have some
17 October.- Everything
is pretty well fixed now, I think, to welcome the Count on his return from
his tour. Godalming told the shippers that he fancied that the box sent aboard
might contain something stolen from a friend of his, and got a half consent
that he might open it at his own risk. The owner gave him a paper telling
the Captain to give him every facility in doing whatever he chose on board
the ship, and also a similar authorisation to his agent at Varna. We have
seen the agent, who was much impressed with Godalming's kindly manner to him,
and we are all satisfied that whatever he can do to aid our wishes will be
done. We have already arranged what to do in case we get the box open. If
the Count is there, Van Helsing and Seward will cut off his head at once and
drive a stake through his heart. Morris and Godalming and I shall prevent
interference, even if we have to use the arms which we shall have ready. The
Professor says that if we can so treat the Count's body, it will soon after
fall into dust. In such case there would be no evidence against us, in case
any suspicion of murder were aroused. But even if it were not, we should stand
or fall by our act, and perhaps some day this very script may be evidence
to come between some of us and a rope. For myself, I should take the chance
only too thankfully if it were to come. We mean to leave no stone unturned
to carry out our intent. We have arranged with certain officials that the
instant the Czarina Catherine is seen, we are to be informed by a special
October.- A whole week of waiting. Dally telegrams to Godalming, but only
the same story: "Not yet reported." Mina's morning and evening hypnotic
answer is unvaried: lapping waves, rushing water, and creaking masts.
Smith, Lloyd's London, to Lord Godalming, care of
H.B.M. Vice-Consul, Varna.
Catherine reported this morning from Dardanelles."
25 October.- How
I miss my phonograph! To write diary with a pen is irksome to me; but Van
Helsing says I must. We were all wild with excitement yesterday when Godalming
got his telegram from Lloyd's. I know now what men feel in battle when the
call to action is heard. Mrs. Harker, alone of our party, did not show any
signs of emotion. After all, it is not strange that she did not; for we took
special care not to let her know anything about it, and we all tried not to
show any excitement when we were in her presence. In old days she would, I
am sure, have noticed, no matter how we might have tried to conceal it; but
in this way she is greatly changed during the past three weeks. The lethargy
grows upon her, and though she seems strong and well, and is getting back
some of her colour, Van Helsing and I are not satisfied. We talk of her often;
we have not, however, said a word to the others. It would break poor Harker's
heart- certainly his nerve- if he knew that we had even a suspicion on the
subject. Van Helsing examines, he tells me, her teeth very carefully, whilst
she is in the hypnotic condition, for he says that so long as they do not
begin to sharpen there is no active danger of a change in her. If this change
should come, it would be necessary to take steps!... We both know what those
steps would have to be, though we do not mention our thoughts to each other.
We should neither of us shrink from the task- awful though it be to contemplate.
"Euthanasia" is an excellent and a comforting word! I am grateful
to whoever invented it.
It is only about
24 hours' sail from the Dardanelles to here, at the rate the Czarina Catherine
has come from London. She should therefore arrive some time in the morning;
but as she cannot possibly get in before then, we are all about to retire
early. We shall get up at one o'clock, so as to be ready.
25 October, Noon.-
No news yet of the ship's arrival. Mrs. Harker's hypnotic report this morning
was the same as usual, so it is possible that we may get news at any moment.
We men are all in a fever of excitement, except Harker, who is calm; his hands
are as cold as ice, and an hour ago I found him whetting the edge of the great
Ghoorka knife which he now always carries with him. It will be a bad look
out for the Count if the edge of that "Kukri" ever touches his throat,
driven by that stern, ice-cold hand!
Van Helsing and
I were a little alarmed about Mrs. Harker to-day. About noon she got into
a sort of lethargy which we did not like; although we kept silence to the
others, we were neither of us happy about it. She had been restless all the
morning, so that we were at first glad to know that she was sleeping. When,
however, her husband mentioned casually that she was sleeping so soundly that
he could not wake her, we went to her room to see for ourselves. She was breathing
naturally and looked so well and peaceful that we agreed that the sleep was
better for her than anything else. Poor girl, she has so much to forget that
it is no wonder that sleep, if it brings oblivion to her, does her good.
Later.- Our opinion
was justified, for when after a refreshing sleep of some hours she woke up,
she seemed brighter and better than she had been for days. At sunset she made
the usual hypnotic report. Wherever he may be in the Black Sea, the Count
is hurrying to his destination. To his doom, I trust!
26 October.- Another
day and no tidings of the Czarina Catherine. She ought to be here by now.
That she is still journeying somewhere is apparent, for Mrs. Harker's hypnotic
report at sunrise was still the same. It is possible that the vessel may be
lying by, at times, for fog; some of the steamers which came in last evening
reported patches of fog both to north and south of the port. We must continue
our watching, as the ship may now be signalled any moment.
27 October, Noon.-
Most strange; no news yet of the ship we wait for. Mrs. Harker reported last
night and this morning as usual: "lapping waves and rushing water,"
though she added that "the waves were very faint." The telegrams
from London have been the same: "no further report." Van Helsing
is terribly anxious, and told me just now that he fears the Count is escaping
us. He added significantly:-
"I did not
like that lethargy of Madam Mina's. Souls and memories can do strange things
during trance." I was about to ask him more, but Harker just then came
in, and he held up a warning hand. We must try to-night at sunset to make
her speak more fully when in her hypnotic state.
Telegram. Rufus Smith, London, to Lord
Godalming, care H.B.M. Vice Consul, Varna.
"Czarina Catherine reported entering Galatz at one o'clock to-day."
Dr. Seward's Diary.
October.- When the telegram came announcing the arrival in Galatz I do not
think it was such a shock to any of us as might have been expected. True,
we did not know whence, or how, or when, the bolt would come; but I think
we all expected that something strange would happen. The delay of arrival
at Varna made us individually satisfied that things would not be just as we
had expected; we only waited to learn where the change would occur. None the
less, however, was it a surprise. I suppose that nature works on such a hopeful
basis that we believe against ourselves that things will be as they ought
to be, not as we should know that they will be. Transcendentalism is a beacon
to the angels, even if it be a will-o'-the-wisp to man. It was an odd experience
and we all took it differently. Van Helsing raised his hand over his head
for a moment, as though in remonstrance with the Almighty; but he said not
a word, and in a few second stood up with his face sternly set. Lord Godalming
grew very pale, and sat breathing heavily. I was myself half stunned and looked
in wonder at one after another. Quincey Morris tightened his belt with that
quick movement which I knew so well; in our old wandering days it meant "action."
Mrs. Harker grew ghastly white, so that the scar on her forehead seemed to
burn, but she folded her hands meekly and looked up in prayer. Harker smiled-
actually smiled- the dark, bitter smile of one who is without hope; but at
the same time his action belied his words, for his hands instinctively sought
the hilt of the great Kukri knife and rested there. "When does the next
train start for Galatz?" said Van Helsing to us generally.
6:30 to-morrow morning!" We all stared, for the answer came from Mrs.
on earth do you know?" said Art.
forget- or perhaps you do not know, though Jonathan does and so does Dr. Van
Helsing- that I am the train fiend. At home in Exeter I always used to make
up the time-tables, so as to be helpful to my husband. I found it so useful
sometimes, that I always make a study of the timetables now. I knew that if
anything were to take us to Castle Dracula we should go by Galatz, or at any
rate through Bucharest, so I learned the times very carefully. Unhappily there
are not many to learn, as the only train tomorrow leaves as I say."
woman!" murmured the Professor.
we get a special?" asked Lord Godalming. Van Helsing shook his head:
"I fear not. This land is very different from your's or mine; even if
we did have a special, it would probably not arrive as soon as our regular
train. Moreover, we have something to prepare. We must think. Now let us organize.
You, friend Arthur, go to the train and get the tickets and arrange that all
be ready for us to go in the morning. Do you, friend Jonathan, go to the agent
of the ship and get from him letters to the agent in Galatz, with authority
to make search the ship just as it was here. Morris Quincey, you see the Vice-Consul,
and get his aid with his fellow in Galatz and all he can do to make our way
smooth, so that no times be lost when over the Danube. John will stay with
Madam Mina and me, and we shall consult. For so if time be long you may be
delayed; and it will not matter when the sun set, since I am here with Madam
to make report."
I," said Mrs. Harker brightly, and more like her old self than she had
been for many a long day, "shall try to be of use in all ways, and shall
think and write for you as I used to do. Something is shifting from me in
some strange way, and I feel freer than I have been of late!" The three
younger men looked happier at the moment as they seemed to realise the significance
of her words; but Van Helsing and I, turning to each other, met each a grave
and troubled glance. We said nothing at the time, however.
the three men had gone out to their tasks Van Helsing asked Mrs. Harker to
look up the copy of the diaries and find him the part of Harker's journal
at the Castle. She went away to get it; when the door was shut upon her he
said to me:-
mean the same! speak out!"
is some change. It is a hope that makes me sick, for it may deceive us."
so. Do you know why I asked her to get the manuscript?"
said I, "unless it was to get an opportunity of seeing me alone."
are in part right, friend John, but only in part. I want to tell you something.
And oh, my friend, I am taking a great- a terrible- risk; but I believe it
is right. In the moment when Madam Mina said those words that arrest both
our understanding, an inspiration came to me. In the trance of three days
ago the Count sent her his spirit to read her mind; or more like he took her
to see him in his earth-box in the ship with water rushing, just as it go
free at rise and set of sun. He learn then that we are here; for she have
more to tell in her open life with eyes to see and ears to hear than he, shut,
as he is, in his coffin-box. Now he make his most effort to escape us. At
present he want her not.
is sure with his so great knowledge that she will come at his call; but he
cut her off- take her, as he can do, out of his own power, that so she come
not to him. Ah! there I have hope that our man-brains that have been of man
so long and that have not lost the grace of God, will come, higher than his
child-brain that lie in his tomb for centuries, that grow not yet to our stature,
and that do only work selfish and therefore small. Here comes Madam Mina;
not a word to her of her trance! She know it not; and it would overwhelm her
and make despair just when we want all her hope all her courage; when most
we want all her great brain which is trained like man's brain, but is of sweet
woman and have a special power which the Count give her, and which he may
not take away altogether- though he think not so. Hush! let me speak, and
you shall learn. Oh, John, my friend, we are in awful straits. I fear, as
I never feared before. We can only trust the good God. Silence! here she comes!"
thought that the Professor was going to break down and have hysterics, just
as he had when Lucy died, but with a great effort he controlled himself and
was at perfect nervous poise when Mrs. Harker tripped into the room, bright
and happy-looking and, in the doing of work, seemingly forgetful of her misery.
As she came in, she handed a number of sheets of typewriting to Van Helsing.
He looked over them gravely, his face brightening up as he read. Then holding
the pages between his finger and thumb he said:-
John, to you with so much of experience already- and you, too, dear Madam
Mina, that are young,- here is a lesson: do not fear ever to think. A half-thought
has been buzzing often in my brain, but I fear to let him loose his wings.
Here now, with more knowledge, I go back to where that half-thought come from,
and I find that he be no half-thought at all; that be a whole thought, though
so young that he is not yet strong to use his little wings. Nay, like the
"Ugly Duck" of my friend Hans Andersen, he be no duck-thought at
all, but a big swan-thought that sail nobly on big wings, when the time come
for him to try them. See I read here what Jonathan have written:-
other of his race who, in a later age, again and again, brought his forces
over The Great River into Turkey Land; who, when he was beaten back, came
again, and again, and again, though he had to come alone from the bloody field
where his troops were being slaughtered, since he knew that he alone could
does this tell us? Not much? no! The Count's child-thought see nothing; therefore
he speak so free. Your man-thought see nothing; my man-thought see nothing,
till just now. No! But there comes another word from some one who speak without
thought because she, too, know not what it mean- what it might mean. Just
as there are elements which rest, yet when in nature's course they move on
their way and they touch- then pouf! and there comes a flash of light, heaven
wide, that blind and kill and destroy some: but that show up all earth below
for leagues and leagues. Is it not so? Well, I shall explain. To begin, have
you ever study the philosophy of crime. 'Yes' and 'No.' You, John, yes; for
it is a study of insanity. You, no, Madam Mina; for crime touch you not- not
but once. Still, your mind works true, and argues not a particulari and universale.
There is this pecularity in criminals. It is so constant, in all countries
and at all times, that even police, who know not much from philosophy, come
to know it empirically, that it Is. That is to be empiric. The criminal always
work at one crime- that is the true criminal who seems predestinate to crime,
and who will of none other. This criminal has not full man-brain. He is clever
and cunning and resourceful; but he be not of man-stature as to brain. He
be of child-brain in much. Now this criminal of ours is predestinate to crime
also; he, too, have child-brain, and it is of the child to do what he have
done. The little bird, the little fish, the little animal learn not by principle,
but empirically; and when he learn to do, then there is to him the ground
to start from to do more. 'Dos pou sto,' said Archimedes. 'Give me a fulcrum,
and I shall move the world!' To do once, is the fulcrum whereby child-brain
become man-brain; and until he have the purpose to do more, he continue to
do the same again every time, just as he have done before! Oh, my dear, I
see that your eyes are opened, and that to you the lightning flash show all
the leagues," for Mrs. Harker began to clap her hands and her eyes sparkled.
He went on:- "Now you shall speak. Tell us two dry men of science
what you see with those so bright eyes." He took her hand and held it
whilst she spoke. His finger and thumb closed on her pulse, as I thought instinctively
and unconsciously, as she spoke:-
Count is a criminal and of criminal type. Nordau and Lombroso would so classify
him, and qua criminal he is of imperfectly formed mind. Thus, in a difficulty
he has to seek resource in habit. His past is a clue, and the one page of
it that we know- and that from his own lips- tells that once before, when
in what Mr. Morris would call a 'tight place,' he went back to his own country
from the land he had tried to invade, and thence, without losing purpose,
prepared himself for a new effort. He came again better equipped for his work;
and won. So he came to London to invade a new land. He was beaten, and when
all hope of success was lost, and his existence in danger, he fled back over
the sea to his home; just as formerly he had fled back over the Danube from
good! oh, you so clever lady?" said Van Helsing, enthusiastically, as
he stooped and kissed her hand. A moment later he said to me, as calmly as
though we had been having a sickroom consultation:-
only; and in all this excitement. I have hope." Turning to her again,
he said with keen expectation:-
go on. Go on! there is more to tell if you will. Be not afraid; John and I
know. I do in any case, and shall tell you if you are right. Speak, without
will try to; but you will forgive me if I seem egotistical."
fear not, you must be egotist, for it is of you that we think."
as he is criminal he is selfish; and as his intellect is small and his action
is based on selfishness, he confines himself to one purpose. That purpose
is remorseless. As he fled back over the Danube, leaving his forces to be
cut to pieces, so now he is intent on being safe, careless of all. So, his
own selfishness frees my soul somewhat from the terrible power which he acquired
over me on that dreadful night. I felt it! Oh, I felt it! Thank God, for His
great mercy! My soul is freer than it has been since that awful hour; and
all that haunts me is a fear lest in some trance or dream he may have used
my knowledge for his ends." The Professor stood up:-
has so used your mind; and by it he has left us here in Varna, whilst the
ship that carried him rushed through enveloping fog up to Galatz, where, doubtless,
he had made preparation for escaping from us. But his child-mind only saw
so far, and it may be that, as ever is in God's Providence, the very thing
that the evil-doer most reckoned on for his selfish good, turns out to be
his chiefest harm. The hunter is taken in his own snare, as the great Psalmist
says, For now that he think he is free from every trace of us all, and that
he has escaped us with so many hours to him, then his selfish child-brain
will whisper him to sleep. He think, too, that as he cut himself off from
knowing your mind, there can be no knowledge of him to you; there is where
he fall! That terrible baptism of blood which he give you makes you free to
go to him in spirit, as you have as yet done in your times of freedom, when
the sun rise and set. At such times you go by my volition and not by his;
and this power to good of you and others, you have won from your suffering
at his hands. This is now all more precious that he know it not, and to guard
himself have even cut himself off from his knowledge of our where. We, however,
are not selfish, and we believe that God is with us through all this blackness,
and these many dark hours. We shall follow him; and we shall not flinch; even
if we peril ourselves that we become like him. Friend John, this has been
a great hour, and it have done much to advance us on our way. You must be
scribe and write him all down, so that when the others return from their work
you can give it to them; then they shall know as we do.'
so I have written it whilst we wait their return, and Mrs. Harker has written
with her typewriter all since she brought the MS. to us.
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