3 August.--Another week gone by, and no news from Jonathan, not even to Mr. Hawkins, from whom I have heard. Oh, I do hope he is not ill. He surely would have written. I look at that last letter of his, but somehow it does not satisfy me. It does not read like him, and yet it is his writing. There is no mistake of that.
Lucy has not walked much in her sleep the last week, but there is an odd concentration about her which I do not understand, even in her sleep she seems to be watching me. She tries the door, and finding it locked, goes about the room searching for the key.
“I look at that last letter of [Jonathan’s], but somehow it does not satisfy me. It does not read like him, and yet it is his writing. There is no mistake of that.”
Perceptive, since the letter was written under the Count’s orders and scrutiny. Later, the oddness of this letter will support the story in Jonathan’s journal.
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