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Dracula

MINA HARKER’S JOURNAL
22 September.—In the train to Exeter. Jonathan
sleeping. It seems only yesterday that the last entry was
made, and yet how much between then, in Whitby and all

the world before me, Jonathan away and no news of him,
and now, married to Jonathan, Jonathan a solicitor, a
partner, rich, master of his business, Mr. Hawkins dead
and buried, and Jonathan with another attack that may
harm him. Some day he may ask me about it. Down it all
goes. I am rusty in my shorthand, see what unexpected
prosperity does for us, so it may be as well to freshen it up
again with an exercise anyhow.
The service was very simple and very solemn. There
were only ourselves and the servants there, one or two old
friends of his from Exeter, his London agent, and a
gentleman representing Sir John Paxton, the President of
the Incorporated Law Society. Jonathan and I stood hand
in hand, and we felt that our best and dearest friend was
gone from us.
We came back to town quietly, taking a bus to Hyde
Park Corner. Jonathan thought it would interest me to go
into the Row for a while, so we sat down. But there were
very few people there, and it was sad-looking and desolate
to see so many empty chairs. It made us think of the

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