CHAPTER II.

Jonathan Harker's journal continued.

5.

May

I must have been asleep, for certainly, if I had been fully awake, I must have noticed

the approach of such a remarkable place.

In the gloom, the courtyard looked of considerable size, and as several dark ways led from it under

great round arches, it perhaps seemed bigger than it really is, I have not yet been able

to see it by daylight.

When the carriage stopped, the driver jumped down and held out his hand to assist me to

a light.

Again, I could not but notice his prodigious strength.

His hand actually seemed like a steel vice that could have crushed mine if he had chosen.

Then he took out my traps and placed them on the ground beside me as I stood close

to a great door, old and studded with large iron nails, and set in a projecting doorway

of massive stone.

I could see, even in the dim light, that the stone was massively carved, but that the

carving had been much worn by time and weather.

As I stood, the driver jumped again into his seat and shook the reins.

The horses started forward and trapped in all, disappeared down one of the dark openings.

I stood in silence where I was, for I did not know what to do.

Of bell or knocker there was no sign.

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