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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 484 pages of information about Dracula.

“My friends, we are going into a terrible danger, and we need arms of many kinds.  Our enemy is not merely spiritual.  Remember that he has the strength of twenty men, and that, though our necks or our windpipes are of the common kind, and therefore breakable or crushable, his are not amenable to mere strength.  A stronger man, or a body of men more strong in all than him, can at certain times hold him, but they cannot hurt him as we can be hurt by him.  We must, therefore, guard ourselves from his touch.  Keep this near your heart.”  As he spoke he lifted a little silver crucifix and held it out to me, I being nearest to him, “put these flowers round your neck,” here he handed to me a wreath of withered garlic blossoms, “for other enemies more mundane, this revolver and this knife, and for aid in all, these so small electric lamps, which you can fasten to your breast, and for all, and above all at the last, this, which we must not desecrate needless.”

This was a portion of Sacred Wafer, which he put in an envelope and handed to me.  Each of the others was similarly equipped.

“Now,” he said, “friend John, where are the skeleton keys?  If so that we can open the door, we need not break house by the window, as before at Miss Lucy’s.”

Dr. Seward tried one or two skeleton keys, his mechanical dexterity as a surgeon standing him in good stead.  Presently he got one to suit, after a little play back and forward the bolt yielded, and with a rusty clang, shot back.  We pressed on the door, the rusty hinges creaked, and it slowly opened.  It was startlingly like the image conveyed to me in Dr. Seward’s diary of the opening of Miss Westenra’s tomb, I fancy that the same idea seemed to strike the others, for with one accord they shrank back.  The Professor was the first to move forward, and stepped into the open door.

“In manus tuas, Domine!” he said, crossing himself as he passed over the threshold.  We closed the door behind us, lest when we should have lit our lamps we should possibly attract attention from the road.  The Professor carefully tried the lock, lest we might not be able to open it from within should we be in a hurry making our exit.  Then we all lit our lamps and proceeded on our search.

The light from the tiny lamps fell in all sorts of odd forms, as the rays crossed each other, or the opacity of our bodies threw great shadows.  I could not for my life get away from the feeling that there was someone else amongst us.  I suppose it was the recollection, so powerfully brought home to me by the grim surroundings, of that terrible experience in Transylvania.  I think the feeling was common to us all, for I noticed that the others kept looking over their shoulders at every sound and every new shadow, just as I felt myself doing.

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