Van Helsing has been with me, all this bad dreaming seems to have passed away; the noises that used to frighten me out of my wits⁠—the flapping against the windows, the distant voices which seemed so close to me, the harsh sounds that came from I know not where and commanded me to do I know not what⁠—have all ceased. I go to bed now without any fear of sleep. I do not even try to keep awake. I have grown quite fond of the garlic, and a boxful arrives for me every day from Haarlem. Tonight

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