art by Neal Adams - Dracula Lives! #2 – Marvel, April 1973.
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Monday, 25 May 2015
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
Dracula by Bram Stoker (in English)
Extract from Chapter II.
All I could do now was to be patient, and to wait the coming of morning.
Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching
behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light.
Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts
drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and
the great door swung back.
Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white
moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of
colour about him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which
the flame burned without a chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long
quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door. The old man
motioned me in with his right hand with a courtly gesture, saying in excellent
English, but with a strange intonation.
"Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own free will!"
He made no motion of stepping to meet me, but stood like a statue, as though
his gesture of welcome had fixed him into stone. The instant, however, that I
had stepped over the threshold, he moved impulsively forward, and holding out
his hand grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was
not lessened by the fact that it seemed cold as ice, more like the hand of a
dead than a living man. Again he said.
"Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something
of the happiness you bring!" The strength of the handshake was so much
akin to that which I had noticed in the driver, whose face I had not seen, that
for a moment I doubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking.
So to make sure, I said interrogatively, "Count Dracula?"
He bowed in a courtly was as he replied, "I am Dracula, and I bid
you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Come in, the night air is chill, and you
must need to eat and rest."As he was speaking, he put the lamp on a
bracket on the wall, and stepping out, took my luggage. He had carried it in
before I could forestall him. I protested, but he insisted.
"Nay, sir, you are my guest. It is late, and my people are not
available. Let me see to your comfort myself."He insisted on carrying my
traps along the passage, and then up a great winding stair, and along another
great passage, on whose stone floor our steps rang heavily. At the end of this
he threw open a heavy door, and I rejoiced to see within a well-lit room in
which a table was spread for supper, and on whose mighty hearth a great fire of
logs, freshly replenished, flamed and flared.
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