Then Van Helsing beckoned to me, and we went gently out of the roomThe instant we had closed the door he stepped quickly along the passage to the next door, which was openThen he pulled me quickly in with him and closed the doorThere is not time to be lostShe will die for sheer want of blood to keep the heart's action as it should beThere must be a transfusion of blood at onceIs it you or me?" "I am younger and stronger, Professor "Then get ready at onceI will bring up my bag I went downstairs with him, and as we were going there was a knock at the hall doorWhen we reached the hall, the maid had just opened the door, and Arthur was stepping quickly inHe rushed up to me, saying in an eager whisper, "Jack, I was so anxiousI read between the lines of your letter, and have been in an agonyThe dad was better, so I ran down here to see for myselfIs not that gentleman DrVan Helsing? I am so thankful to you, sir, for coming When first the Professor's eye had lit upon him, he had been angry at his interruption at such a time, but now, as he took in his stalwart proportions and recognized the strong young manhood which seemed to emanate from him, his eyes gleamedWithout a pause he said to him as he held out his hand, "Sir, you have come in timeYou are the lover of our dear missShe is bad, very, very badNay, my child, do not go like that For he suddenly grew pale and sat down in a chair almost faintingYou can do more than any that live, and your courage is your best help "What can I do?" asked Arthur hoarsely"Tell me, and I shall do itMy life is hers, and I would give the last drop of blood in my body for her The Professor has a strongly humorous side, and I could from old knowledge detect a trace of its origin in his answer "My young sir, I do not ask so much as that, not the last!" "What shall I do?" There was fire in his eyes, and his open nostrils quivered with intentVan Helsing slapped him on the shoulder"You are a man, and it is a man we wantYou are better than me, better than my friend John Arthur looked bewildered, and the Professor went on by explaining in a kindly way "Young miss is bad, very badShe wants blood, and blood she must have or dieMy friend John and I have consulted, and we are about to perform what we call transfusion of blood, to transfer from full veins of one to the empty veins which pine for himJohn was to give his blood, as he is the more young and strong than me--Here Arthur took my hand and wrung it hard in silence-"But now you are here, you are more good than us, old or young, who toil much in the world of thoughtOur nerves are not so calm and our blood so bright than yours!" Arthur turned to him and said, "If you only knew how gladly I would die for her you would understand?" He stopped with a sort of choke in his voice "Good boy!" said Van shop Helsing

?Well, I?ll do what I can,? said Miss Ophelia; and she approached her new subject very much as a person might be supposed to approach a black spider, supposing them to have benevolent designs toward it ?She?s dreadfully dirty, and half naked,? she said ?Well, take her down stairs, and make some of them clean and clothe her up Miss Ophelia carried her to the kitchen regions ?Don?t see what Mas?r StClare wants of ?nother nigger!? said Dinah, surveying the new arrival with no friendly air?Won?t have her around under my feet, I know!? ?Pah!? said Rosa and Jane, with supreme disgust; ?let her keep out of our way! What in the world Mas?r wanted another of these low niggers for, I can?t see!? ?You go long! No more nigger dan you be, Miss Rosa,? said Dinah, who felt this last remark a reflection on herself?You seem to tink yourself white folksYou an?t nerry one, black nor white, I?d like to be one or turrer Miss Ophelia saw that there was nobody in the camp that would undertake to oversee the cleansing and dressing of the new arrival; and so she was forced to do it herself, with some very ungracious and reluctant assistance from Jane It is not for ears polite to hear the particulars of the first toilet of a neglected, abused childIn fact, in this world, multitudes must live and die in a state that it would be too great a shock to the nerves of their fellow-mortals even to hear describedMiss Ophelia had a good, strong, practical deal of resolution; and she went through all the disgusting details with heroic thoroughness, though, it must be confessed, with no very gracious air,?for endurance was the utmost to which her principles could bring herWhen she saw, on the back and shoulders of the child, great welts and calloused spots, ineffaceable marks of the system under which she had grown up thus far, her heart became pitiful within her ?See there!? said Jane, pointing to the marks, ?don?t that show she?s a limb? We?ll have fine works with her, I reckonI hate these nigger young uns! so disgusting! I wonder that Mas?r would buy her!? The ?young un? alluded to heard all these comments with the subdued and doleful air which seemed habitual to her, only scanning, with a keen and furtive glance of her flickering eyes, the ornaments which Jane wore in her earsWhen arrayed at last in a suit of decent and whole clothing, her hair cropped short to her head, Miss Ophelia, with some satisfaction, said she looked more Christian-like than she did, and in her own mind began to mature some plans for her instruction Sitting down before her, she began to question her ?How old are you, Topsy?? ?Dun no, Missis,? said the image, with a grin that showed all her teeth ?Don?t know how old you are? Didn?t anybody ever tell you? Who was your mother?? ?Never had none!? said the child, with another grin ?Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you born?? ?Never was born!? persisted Topsy, with another grin, that looked so goblin-like, that, if Miss Ophelia had been at all nervous, she might have fancied that she had got hold of some sooty gnome from the land of Diablerie; but Miss Ophelia was not nervous, but plain and business-like, and she said, with some sternness, ?You mustn?t answer me in that way, child; I?m not playing with youTell me where you were born, and who your father and mother were ?Never was born,? reiterated the creature, more emphatically; ?never had no father nor mother, nor nothin?I was raised by a speculator, with lots of othersOld Aunt Sue used to take car on us The child was evidently sincere, and Jane, breaking into a short laugh, said, ?Laws, Missis, there?s heaps of ?emSpeculators buys ?em up cheap, when they?s little, and gets ?em raised for market ?How long have you lived with your master and mistress?? ?Dun no, Missis ?Is it a year, or more, or less?? ?Dun no, Missis ?Laws, Missis, those low negroes,?they can?t tell; they don?t know anything about time,? said Jane; ?they don?t know what a year is; they don?t know their own ages ?Have you ever heard anything about God, Topsy?? The child looked bewildered, but grinned as usual ?Do you know who made you?? ?Nobody, as I knows on,? said the child, with a short laugh The idea appeared to amuse her considerably; for her eyes twinkled, and she added, ?I spect I grow?dDon?t think nobody never made me ?Do you know how to sew?? said Miss Ophelia, who thought she would turn her inquiries to something more tangible ?What can you do??what did you do for your master and mistress?? ?Fetch water, and wash dishes, and rub knives, and wait on folks ?Were they good to you?? ?Spect they was,? said the child, scanning Miss Ophelia cunningly Miss Ophelia rose from this encouraging colloquy; StClare was leaning over the back of her chair ?You find virgin soil there, Cousin; put in your own ideas,?you won?t find many to pull shop up

An interview with a surly gatekeeper and a surlier foreman, both of whom were appeased with the coin of the realm, put me on the track of BloxamHe was sent for on my suggestion that I was willing to pay his days wages to his foreman for the privilege of asking him a few questions on a private matterHe was a smart enough fellow, though rough of speech and bearingWhen I had promised to pay for his information and given him an earnest, he told me that he had made two journeys between Carfax and a house in Piccadilly, and had taken from this house to the latter nine great boxes, "main heavy ones," with a horse and cart hired by him for this purpose I asked him if he could tell me the number of the house in Piccadilly, to which he replied, "Well, guv'nor, I forgits the number, but it was only a few door from a big white church, or somethink of the kind, not long builtIt was a dusty old 'ouse, too, though nothin' to the dustiness of the 'ouse we tooked the bloomin' boxes from "How did you get in if both houses were empty?" "There was the old party what engaged me a waitin' in the 'ouse at PurfleetHe 'elped me to lift the boxes and put them in the drayCurse me, but he was the strongest chap I ever struck, an' him a old feller, with a white moustache, one that thin you would think he couldn't throw a shadder How this phrase thrilled through me! "Why, 'e took up 'is end o' the boxes like they was pounds of tea, and me a puffin' an' a blowin' afore I could upend mine anyhow, an' I'm no chicken, neither "How did you get into the house in Piccadilly?" I asked "He was there tooHe must 'a started off and got there afore me, for when I rung of the bell he kem an' opened the door 'isself an' 'elped me carry the boxes into the 'all "The whole nine?" I asked "Yus, there was five in the first load an' four in the secondIt was main dry work, an' I don't so well remember 'ow I got 'ome I interrupted him, "Were the boxes left in the hall?" "Yus, it was a big 'all, an' there was nothin' else in it I made one more attempt to further matters"You didn't have any key?" "Never used no key nor nothinkThe old gent, he opened the door 'isself an' shut it again when I druv offI don't remember the last time, but that was the beer "And you can't remember the number of the house?" "No, sirBut ye needn't have no difficulty about thatIt's a 'igh 'un with a stone front with a bow on it, an' 'igh steps up to the doorI know them steps, 'avin' 'ad to carry the boxes up with three loafers what come round to earn a copperThe old gent give them shillin's, an' they seein' they got so much, they wanted moreBut 'e took one of them by the shoulder and was like to throw 'im down the steps, till the lot of them went away cussin' I thought that with this description I could find the house, so having paid my friend for his information, I started off for PiccadillyI had gained a new painful experienceThe Count could, it was evident, handle the earth boxes himselfIf so, time was precious, for now that he had achieved a certain amount of distribution, he could, by choosing his own time, complete the task unobservedAt Piccadilly Circus I discharged my cab, and walked westwardBeyond the Junior Constitutional I came across the house described and was satisfied that this was the next of the lairs arranged by DraculaThe house looked as though it had been long untenantedThe windows were encrusted with dust, and the shutters were upAll the framework was black with time, and from the iron the paint had mostly scaled awayIt was evident that up to lately there had been a large notice board in front of the balconyIt had, however, been roughly torn away, the uprights which had supported it still remainingBehind the rails of the balcony I saw there were some loose boards, whose raw edges looked whiteI would have given a good deal to have been able to see the notice board intact, as it would, perhaps, have given some clue to the ownership of the shop house

Strangely enough, Lucy did not wake, but she got up twice and dressed herselfFortunately, each time I awoke in time and managed to undress her without waking her, and got her back to bedIt is a very strange thing, this sleep-walking, for as soon as her will is thwarted in any physical way, her intention, if there be any, disappears, and she yields herself almost exactly to the routine of her life Early in the morning we both got up and went down to the harbour to see if anything had happened in the nightThere were very few people about, and though the sun was bright, and the air clear and fresh, the big, grim-looking waves, that seemed dark themselves because the foam that topped them was like snow, forced themselves in through the mouth of the harbour, like a bullying man going through a crowdSomehow I felt glad that Jonathan was not on the sea last night, but on landBut, oh, is he on land or sea? Where is he, and how? I am getting fearfully anxious about himIf I only knew what to do, and could do anything! 10 August-The funeral of the poor sea captain today was most touchingEvery boat in the harbour seemed to be there, and the coffin was carried by captains all the way from Tate Hill Pier up to the churchyardLucy came with me, and we went early to our old seat, whilst the cortege of boats went up the river to the Viaduct and came down againWe had a lovely view, and saw the procession nearly all the wayThe poor fellow was laid to rest near our seat so that we stood on it, when the time came and saw everything Poor Lucy seemed much upsetShe was restless and uneasy all the time, and I cannot but think that her dreaming at night is telling on herShe is quite odd in one thingShe will not admit to me that there is any cause for restlessness, or if there be, she does not understand it herself There is an additional cause in that poor MrSwales was found dead this morning on our seat, his neck being brokenHe had evidently, as the doctor said, fallen back in the seat in some sort of fright, for there was a look of fear and horror on his face that the men said made them shudderPoor dear old man! Lucy is so sweet and sensitive that she feels influences more acutely than other people doJust now she was quite upset by a little thing which I did not much heed, though I am myself very fond of animals One of the men who came up here often to look for the boats was followed by his dogThe dog is always with himThey are both quiet persons, and I never saw the man angry, nor heard the dog barkDuring the service the dog would not come to its master, who was on the seat with us, but kept a few yards off, barking and howlingIts master spoke to it gently, and then harshly, and then angrilyBut it would neither come nor cease to make a noiseIt was in a fury, with its eyes savage, and all its hair bristling out like a cat's tail when puss is on the war path Finally the man too got angry, and jumped down and kicked the dog, and then took it by the scruff of the neck and half dragged and half threw it on the tombstone on which the seat is fixedThe moment it touched the stone the poor thing began to trembleIt did not try to get away, but crouched down, quivering and cowering, and was in such a pitiable state of terror that I tried, though without effect, to comfort it Lucy was full of pity, too, but she did not attempt to touch the dog, but looked at it in an agonised sort of wayI greatly fear that she is of too super sensitive a nature to go through the world without troubleShe will be dreaming of this tonight, I am sureThe whole agglomeration of things, the ship steered into port by a dead man, his attitude, tied to the wheel with a crucifix and beads, the touching funeral, the dog, now furious and now in terror, will all afford material for her dreams I think it will be best for her to go to bed tired out physically, so I shall take her for a long walk by the cliffs to Robin Hood's Bay and backShe ought not to have much inclination for sleep-walking then CHAPTER 8 MINA MURRAY'S JOURNAL Same day, 11 o'clock P-Oh, but I am tired! If it were not that I had made my diary a duty I should not open it shop tonight

And what was the matter with Legree? and what was there in a simple curl of fair hair to appall that brutal man, familiar with every form of cruelty? To answer this, we must carry the reader backward in his historyHard and reprobate as the godless man seemed now, there had been a time when he had been rocked on the bosom of a mother,?cradled with prayers and pious hymns,?his now seared brow bedewed with the waters of holy baptismIn early childhood, a fair-haired woman had led him, at the sound of Sabbath bell, to worship and to prayFar in New England that mother had trained her only son, with long, unwearied love, and patient prayersBorn of a hard-tempered sire, on whom that gentle woman had wasted a world of unvalued love, Legree had followed in the steps of his fatherBoisterous, unruly, and tyrannical, he despised all her counsel, and would none of her reproof; and, at an early age, broke from her, to seek his fortunes at seaHe never came home but once, after; and then, his mother, with the yearning of a heart that must love something, and has nothing else to love, clung to him, and sought, with passionate prayers and entreaties, to win him from a life of sin, to his soul?s eternal good That was Legree?s day of grace; then good angels called him; then he was almost persuaded, and mercy held him by the handHis heart inly relented,?there was a conflict,?but sin got the victory, and he set all the force of his rough nature against the conviction of his conscienceHe drank and swore,?was wilder and more brutal than everAnd, one night, when his mother, in the last agony of her despair, knelt at his feet, he spurned her from him,?threw her senseless on the floor, and, with brutal curses, fled to his shipThe next Legree heard of his mother was, when, one night, as he was carousing among drunken companions, a letter was put into his handHe opened it, and a lock of long, curling hair fell from it, and twined about his fingersThe letter told him his mother was dead, and that, dying, she blest and forgave him There is a dread, unhallowed necromancy of evil, that turns things sweetest and holiest to phantoms of horror and affrightThat pale, loving mother,?her dying prayers, her forgiving love,?wrought in that demoniac heart of sin only as a damning sentence, bringing with it a fearful looking for of judgment and fiery indignationLegree burned the hair, and burned the letter; and when he saw them hissing and crackling in the flame, inly shuddered as he thought of everlasting firesHe tried to drink, and revel, and swear away the memory; but often, in the deep night, whose solemn stillness arraigns the bad soul in forced communion with herself, he had seen that pale mother rising by his bedside, and felt the soft twining of that hair around his fingers, till the cold sweat would roll down his face, and he would spring from his bed in horrorYe who have wondered to hear, in the same evangel, that God is love, and that God is a consuming fire, see ye not how, to the soul resolved in evil, perfect love is the most fearful torture, the seal and sentence of the direst despair? ?Blast it!? said Legree to himself, as he sipped his liquor; ?where did he get that? If it didn?t look just like?whoo! I thought I?d forgot thatCurse me, if I think there?s any such thing as forgetting anything, any how,?hang it! I?m lonesome! I mean to call EmShe hates me?the monkey! I don?t care,?I?ll make her come!? Legree stepped out into a large entry, which went up stairs, by what had formerly been a superb winding staircase; but the passage-way was dirty and dreary, encumbered with boxes and unsightly litterThe stairs, uncarpeted, seemed winding up, in the gloom, to nobody knew where! The pale moonlight streamed through a shattered fanlight over the door; the air was unwholesome and chilly, like that of a vault Legree stopped at the foot of the stairs, and heard a voice singingIt seemed strange and ghostlike in that dreary old house, perhaps because of the already tremulous state of his nervesHark! what is it? A wild, pathetic voice, chants a hymn common among the slaves: ?O there?ll be mourning, mourning, mourning, O there?ll be mourning, at the judgment-seat of Christ!? ?Blast the girl!? said LegreeEm! Em!? he called, harshly; but only a mocking echo from the walls answered himThe sweet voice still sung on: ?Parents and children there shall part! Parents and children there shall part! Shall part to meet no more!? And clear and loud swelled through the empty halls the refrain, ?O there?ll be mourning, mourning, mourning, O there?ll be mourning, at the judgment-seat of Christ!? Legree stoppedHe would have been ashamed to tell of it, but large drops of sweat stood on his forehead, his heart beat heavy and thick with fear; he even thought he saw something white rising and glimmering in the gloom before him, and shuddered to think what if the form of his dead mother should suddenly appear to him ?I know one thing,? he said to himself, as he stumbled back in the sitting-room, and sat down; ?I?ll let that fellow alone, after this! What did I want of his cussed paper? I b?lieve I am bewitched, sure enough! I?ve been shivering and sweating, ever since! Where did he get that hair? It couldn?t have been that! I burnt that up, I know I did! It would be a joke, if hair could rise from the dead!? Ah, Legree! that golden tress was charmed; each hair had in it a spell of terror and remorse for thee, and was used by a mightier power to bind thy cruel hands from inflicting uttermost evil on the helpless! ?I say,? said Legree, stamping and whistling to the dogs, ?wake up, some of you, and keep me company!? but the dogs only opened one eye at him, sleepily, and closed it again ?I?ll have Sambo and Quimbo up here, to sing and dance one of their hell dances, and keep off these horrid notions,? said Legree; and, putting on his hat, he went on to the verandah, and blew a horn, with which he commonly summoned his two sable drivers Legree was often wont, when in a gracious humor, to get these two worthies into his sitting-room, and, after warming them up with whiskey, amuse himself by setting them to singing, dancing or fighting, as the humor took him It was between one and two o?clock at night, as Cassy was returning from her ministrations to poor Tom, that she heard the sound of wild shrieking, whooping, halloing, and singing, from the sitting-room, mingled with the barking of dogs, and other symptoms of general uproar She came up on the verandah steps, and looked inLegree and both the drivers, in a state of furious intoxication, were singing, whooping, upsetting chairs, and making all manner of ludicrous and horrid grimaces at each other She rested her small, slender hand on the window-blind, and looked fixedly at them;?there was a world of anguish, scorn, and fierce bitterness, in her black eyes, as she did so?Would it be a sin to rid the world of such a wretch?? she said to herself She turned hurriedly away, and, passing round to a back door, glided up stairs, and tapped at Emmeline?s door Chapter 36 Emmeline and Cassy Cassy entered the room, and found Emmeline sitting, pale with fear, in the furthest corner of itAs she came in, the girl started up nervously; but, on seeing who it was, rushed forward, and catching her arm, said, ?O Cassy, is it you? I?m so glad you?ve come! I was afraid it was?O, you don?t know what a horrid noise there has been, down stairs, all this evening!? ?I ought to know,? said Cassy, shop dryly