June 29.- – Today is the date of my last letter, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it was me the end, and the Count has found a way to demonstrate that it was authentic, for again I saw him leave the palace by a similar window, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it was me the end, and in my garments. As he went down the divider, reptile design, I wished I had a firearm or some deadly weapon, that I may crush him. However, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it was me the end, I dread that no weapon fashioned along by man’s hand would have any impact on him. I challenged not stand by to see him return, for I dreaded to see those bizarre sisters. I returned to the library, and read there till I nodded off. I was stirred by the Count, who took a gander at me as dismally as a man could look as he stated, “Tomorrow, old buddy, we should part. You come back to your lovely England, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it was me the end, I to some work which may have such an end, that we may never meet. Your letter home has been despatched. Once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it was me the end poster. Tomorrow I will not be here, however all will be prepared for your excursion. In the first part of the day come the Szgany, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it was me the end, who have their very own few works here, and furthermore come a few Slovaks. At the point when they have gone, my carriage will desire you, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it was me the end, and will bear you to the Borgo Pass to meet the steadiness from Bukovina to Bistritz. In any case, I am with the expectation that I will see a greater amount of you at Castle Dracula.” The Count stood up, and stated, with a sweet kindness which made me rub my eyes, it appeared to be so genuine, “You English have a platitude which is near my heart, for its soul is what administers our boyars, ‘Welcome the coming, speed the splitting visitor.’ Come with me, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it was me the end, my dear youthful companion. Not an hour will you hold up in my home without wanting to, however tragic am I at your going, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it was me the end, and that you so unexpectedly want it. Come!” With an impressive gravity, he, with the light, went before me down the steps and along the corridor. Out of nowhere he halted. “Behold!”

Close nearby came the crying of numerous wolves. It was as though the sound jumped up at the ascending of his hand, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it, similarly as the music of an extraordinary symphony appears to jump under the mallet of the director. After an interruption of a second, he continued, in his impressive way, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it, to the entryway, moved back the awkward jolts, unfastened the overwhelming chains, and started to draw it open. As the entryway opened, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it, the crying of the wolves without became stronger and angrier. Their red jaws, once upon a time there was a boy who really wanted to become a chef it, with champing teeth, and their dull ripped at feet as they jumped, came in through the initial entryway. I knew than that to battle right now against the Count was futile. With so much partners as these at his order, I could sit idle.