2 November, morning.--I was successful, and we took turns driving all night. Now the day is on us, bright though cold. There is a strange heaviness in the air. I say heaviness for want of a better word. I mean that it oppresses us both. It is very cold, and only our warm furs keep us comfortable. At dawn Van Helsing hypnotized me. He says I answered "darkness, creaking wood and roaring water," so the river is changing as they ascend. I do hope that my darling will not run any chance of danger, more than need be, but we are in God's hands.
Mina: “I was successful, and we took turns driving all night; now the day is on us, bright though cold.”
They will pay for this all-night effort later on, with fatigue, added stress, and perhaps poor judgement.
Posted by: Most Significant | November 02, 2021 at 05:00 AM