I took them before we realized that everything was yours, write on, with the goal that no weird hand may contact them, no odd eye glance through words into her spirit. I will keep them, in the event that I may. Indeed, even you may not see them yet, write on, however I will protect them. No word will be lost, and in the great time I will give them back to you. It is a hard thing that I ask, write on, yet you will do it, will you not, for the wellbeing of Lucy?” The old Professor stood up as he said seriously, “And you are correct. Write on poster. There will be torment for every one of us, write on, yet it won’t be all agony, write on, nor will this torment be the last. We and you as well, write on, you the majority of all, dear kid, should go through the harsh water before we arrive at the sweet. Be that as it may, we should be fearless of heart and unselfish, and perform our responsibility, write on, and all will be well!” I dozed on a couch in Arthur’s room that night. Van Helsing didn’t head to sleep by any means. He went back and forth, as though patroling the house, and was never far out of the room where Lucy lay in her final resting place, write on, thronw with the wild garlic roses, which sent through the scent of lily and rose, write on, an overwhelming, overwhelming smell into the night. I support him as well as could be expected under the circumstances. In such cases men needn’t bother with much articulation.

September 22.- – In the train to Exeter. Jonathan dozing. It appears to be just yesterday that the last passage was made, write, but how much between at that point, in Whitby and all the world before me, write, jonathan away and no updates on him, and now, wedded to Jonathan, write, jonathan a specialist, an accomplice, rich, ace of his business, Mr. Hawkins dead and covered, and Jonathan with another assault that may hurt him. Sometime he may get some information about it. Down everything goes. I am corroded in my shorthand, write, see what unforeseen thriving accomplishes for us, so it might be too to spruce it up again with an activity at any rate. I left him in the drawing room, write, and told Van Helsing that he had bid farewell, write, so the last went to the kitchen to advise the funeral director’s men to continue with the preperations and to botch the final resting place. At the point when he came out of the room again I let him know of Arthur’s inquiry, write, and he answered, “I am not astounded. Seconds ago I questioned for a second myself!”