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Bram Stoker Dracula s Guest

Bram Stoker Dracula s Guest

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by Bram Stoker 
 First published 1914
 Dedication:To MY SON CONTENTSDracula's Guest The Judge's House The SquawThe Secret of the Growing GoldThe Gipsy ProphecyThe Coming of Abel BehennaThe Burial of the Rats A Dream of Red HandsCrooken SandsPREFACE A few months before the lamented death of my husband--I might say evenas the shadow of death was over him--he planned three series of short stories for publication, and the present volume is one of them. To hisoriginal list of stories in this book, I have added an hitherto
unpublished episode from _Dracula_. It was originally excised owing tothe length of the book, and may prove of interest to the many readers of what is considered my husband's most remarkable work. The other storieshave already been published in English and American periodicals. Had myhusband lived longer, he might have seen fit to revise this work, which is mainly from the earlier years of his strenuous life. But, as fate hasentrusted to me the issuing of it, I consider it fitting and proper tolet it go forth practically as it was left by him. FLORENCE BRAM STOKER Dracula's Guest  When we started for our drive the sun was shining brightly on Munich,and the air was full of the joyousness of early summer. Just as we were about to depart, Herr Delbrueck (the maitre d'hotel of the Quatre  Saisons, where I was staying) came down, bareheaded, to the carriage and, after wishing me a pleasant drive, said to the coachman, stillholding his hand on the handle of the carriage door:'Remember you are back by nightfall. The sky looks bright but there is ashiver in the north wind that says there may be a sudden storm. But I amsure you will not be late.' Here he smiled, and added, 'for you knowwhat night it is.'Johann answered with an emphatic, 'Ja, mein Herr,' and, touching hishat, drove off quickly. When we had cleared the town, I said, after signalling to him to stop:'Tell me, Johann, what is tonight?' He crossed himself, as he answered laconically: 'Walpurgis nacht.' Thenhe took out his watch, a great, old-fashioned German silver thing as bigas a turnip, and looked at it, with his eyebrows gathered together and alittle impatient shrug of his shoulders. I realised that this was his

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