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 hypnotised 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.
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