DraculaJonathan Harker, a young English lawyer, travels to Castle Dracula in the Eastern European country of Transylvania to conclude a real estate transaction with a nobleman named Count Dracula. As Harker wends his way through the picturesque countryside, the local peasants warn him about his destination, giving him crucifixes and other charms against evil and uttering strange words that Harker later translates into "vampire." Frightened but no less determined, Harker meets the count's carriage as planned. The journey to the castle is harrowing, and the carriage is nearly attacked by angry wolves along the way. Upon arriving at the crumbling old castle, Harker finds that the elderly Dracula is a well educated and hospitable gentleman. After only a few days, however, Harker realizes that he is effectively a prisoner in the castle. |
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... window , which may have had something to do with it ; or it may have been the paprika , for I had to drink up all the water in my carafe , and was still thirsty . Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the continuous knocking at my ...
... window , which may have had something to do with it ; or it may have been the paprika , for I had to drink up all the water in my carafe , and was still thirsty . Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the continuous knocking at my ...
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... of a vast ruined castle , from whose tall black windows came no ray of light , and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky . CHAPTER II JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL - continued 5 May . JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL ...
... of a vast ruined castle , from whose tall black windows came no ray of light , and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky . CHAPTER II JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL - continued 5 May . JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL ...
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... window openings it was not likely that my voice could penetrate . The time I waited seemed endless , and I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me . What sort of place had I come to , and among what kind of people ? What sort of grim ...
... window openings it was not likely that my voice could penetrate . The time I waited seemed endless , and I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me . What sort of place had I come to , and among what kind of people ? What sort of grim ...
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... windows , as I had now and again felt in the morning after a day of overwork . But my flesh answered the pinching test , and my eyes were not to be deceived . I was indeed awake and among the Carpathians . All I could do now was to be ...
... windows , as I had now and again felt in the morning after a day of overwork . But my flesh answered the pinching test , and my eyes were not to be deceived . I was indeed awake and among the Carpathians . All I could do now was to be ...
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... window of any sort . Passing through this , he opened another door , and motioned me to enter . It was a welcome sight ; for here was a great bedroom well lighted and warmed with another log fire , also added to but lately , for the top ...
... window of any sort . Passing through this , he opened another door , and motioned me to enter . It was a welcome sight ; for here was a great bedroom well lighted and warmed with another log fire , also added to but lately , for the top ...
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