Chapter 11

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌⁠Lucy Westenra’s Diary.

12 September.—How good they all are to me. I quite love that dear Dr. Van Helsing. I wonder why he was so anxious about these flowers. He positively frightened me, he was so fierce. And yet he must have been right, for I feel comfort from them already. Somehow, I do not dread being alone to-night, and I can go to sleep without fear. I shall not mind any flapping outside the w