1 It was the better part of an hour when the Count returned.
2 It is strange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drink.
3 Whilst I was looking at the books, the door opened, and the Count entered.
4 The Count again excused himself, as he had dined out on his being away from home.
5 I was now myself looking out for the conveyance which was to take me to the Count.
6 As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me, I could not repress a shudder.
7 When I went into the dining-room, breakfast was prepared; but I could not find the Count anywhere.
8 When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.
9 The Count himself came forward and took off the cover of a dish, and I fell to at once on an excellent roast chicken.
10 During the time I was eating it the Count asked me many questions as to my journey, and I told him by degrees all I had experienced.
11 After supper I smoked, as on the last evening, and the Count stayed with me, chatting and asking questions on every conceivable subject, hour after hour.
12 The Count, evidently noticing it, drew back; and with a grim sort of smile, which showed more than he had yet done his protuberant teeth, sat himself down again on his own side of the fireplace.
13 Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country.
14 When I asked him if he knew Count Dracula, and could tell me anything of his castle, both he and his wife crossed themselves, and, saying that they knew nothing at all, simply refused to speak further.
15 The Count halted, putting down my bags, closed the door, and crossing the room, opened another door, which led into a small octagonal room lit by a single lamp, and seemingly without a window of any sort.
16 This was startling, and, coming on the top of so many strange things, was beginning to increase that vague feeling of uneasiness which I always have when the Count is near; but at the instant I saw that the cut had bled a little, and the blood was trickling over my chin.
17 I was not able to light on any map or work giving the exact locality of the Castle Dracula, as there are no maps of this country as yet to compare with our own Ordnance Survey maps; but I found that Bistritz, the post town named by Count Dracula, is a fairly well-known place.
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