Chapter 3 Jonathan Harker's Journal continued.

When I found that I was a prisoner, a sort of wild feeling came over me.

I rushed up and down the stairs, trying every door, and peering out of every window I

could find.

But after a little the conviction of my helplessness overpowered all other feelings, when I looked

back after a few hours, I think I must have been mad for the time, for I behaved much

as a rat does in a trap.

When, however, the conviction had come to me that I was helpless, I sat down quietly, as

quietly as I have ever done anything in my life, and began to think over what was best

to be done.

I am thinking still, and as yet have come to no definite conclusion, of one thing only

I am certain, that it is no use making my ideas known to the count.

He knows well that I am imprisoned, and he has done it himself, and has doubtless his

own motives for it.

He would only deceive me if I trusted him fully with the facts.

So far as I can see, my only plan will be to keep my knowledge and my fears to myself,

and my eyes open.

I am, I know, either being deceived like a baby by my own fears, or else I am in desperate

straits, and if the latter be so, I need and shall need all my brains to get through.

I had hardly come to this conclusion when I heard the great door below shut, and knew

that the count had returned.

He did not come at once into the library, so I went cautiously to my own room, and found

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