Dracula eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 582 pages of information about Dracula.

Dracula eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 582 pages of information about Dracula.

When I bent over her I could see that she was still asleep.  Her lips were parted, and she was breathing, not softly as usual with her, but in long, heavy gasps, as though striving to get her lungs full at every breath.  As I came close, she put up her hand in her sleep and pulled the collar of her nightdress close around her, as though she felt the cold.  I flung the warm shawl over her, and drew the edges tight around her neck, for I dreaded lest she should get some deadly chill from the night air, unclad as she was.  I feared to wake her all at once, so, in order to have my hands free to help her, I fastened the shawl at her throat with a big safety pin.  But I must have been clumsy in my anxiety and pinched or pricked her with it, for by-and-by, when her breathing became quieter, she put her hand to her throat again and moaned.  When I had her carefully wrapped up I put my shoes on her feet, and then began very gently to wake her.

At first she did not respond, but gradually she became more and more uneasy in her sleep, moaning and sighing occasionally.  At last, as time was passing fast, and for many other reasons, I wished to get her home at once, I shook her forcibly, till finally she opened her eyes and awoke.  She did not seem surprised to see me, as, of course, she did not realize all at once where she was.

Lucy always wakes prettily, and even at such a time, when her body must have been chilled with cold, and her mind somewhat appalled at waking unclad in a churchyard at night, she did not lose her grace.  She trembled a little, and clung to me.  When I told her to come at once with me home, she rose without a word, with the obedience of a child.  As we passed along, the gravel hurt my feet, and Lucy noticed me wince.  She stopped and wanted to insist upon my taking my shoes, but I would not.  However, when we got to the pathway outside the chruchyard, where there was a puddle of water, remaining from the storm, I daubed my feet with mud, using each foot in turn on the other, so that as we went home, no one, in case we should meet any one, should notice my bare feet.

Fortune favoured us, and we got home without meeting a soul.  Once we saw a man, who seemed not quite sober, passing along a street in front of us.  But we hid in a door till he had disappeared up an opening such as there are here, steep little closes, or ‘wynds’, as they call them in Scotland.  My heart beat so loud all the time sometimes I thought I should faint.  I was filled with anxiety about Lucy, not only for her health, lest she should suffer from the exposure, but for her reputation in case the story should get wind.  When we got in, and had washed our feet, and had said a prayer of thankfulness together, I tucked her into bed.  Before falling asleep she asked, even implored, me not to say a word to any one, even her mother, about her sleep-walking adventure.

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