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It didn't seem to last long, but it was very uncomfortable, and I woke up later. I heard the bell tolling somewhere nearby, and the dogs in the neighborhood were barking in unison. There was a nightingale singing in the bushes just outside our window. At that time, though I was dizzy, painful, frightened and exhausted, I heard the singing of the nightingale as if my dead mother had come back to comfort me. The noise seemed to wake the maids, too, as I heard them running barefoot outside the door. I called them, and when they came in and saw what was happening, they screamed when they saw my mother on top of me. The wind blew through the broken window and slammed the door. They lifted my mother off me and laid her flat on the bed and covered her with a sheet. They were still in shock, so I told them to go into the dining room and have a drink to calm them down. They left and the back door closed again. I put my flowers on my mother's chest, and then I remembered some of the advice Dr. Van Helsing had given me, but I didn't want to put them away, and now I had a servant who could help me. To my surprise, however,small gold wash plant, the servants never came back. I called them, but there was no response, so I had to go to the dining room to look for them myself. The sight made my heart sink, and all four of them lay helpless on the floor, breathing heavily. There was half a bottle of wine on the table, but there was a strange sour smell coming from the bottle. I went over doubtfully and picked up the bottle of wine and smelled it. It smelled like laudanum. I looked at the sideboard and saw the laudanum bottle that the doctor had prescribed for my mother! Oh! Did use it-the bottle was empty. What should I do? What to do? I'm going back to stay with my mother. I can't leave her. I'm all alone now,Carbon in Pulp, except for the drugged servants. I am now alone with my dead mother! I was afraid to go out because I could still hear the wolf's low roar through the broken window. The air was filled with small specks, which whirled and danced with the air flowing in from the window, and the lights became dimmer and dimmer. What should I do? Pray for the Lord to save me tonight! I want to hide this piece of paper in my chest so that people can see it when they lift me. Mom's gone! Now it's my turn too! Goodbye, dear Arthur-if I don't live tonight. God bless you, darling. God help me! Shevald's diary September 18 I drove at once to Shillingham, where I arrived early. I left the carriage at the door and walked along the vagina of the woods. I knocked softly and rang the bell quietly, for I was afraid of disturbing Lucy and her mother, and I only wanted a servant to open the door. After a long time, there was no movement inside. So I knocked on the door again and rang the bell, but no one came to open the door. I could not help scolding the lazy servants for sleeping at this hour, and it was already ten o'clock. I continued to knock on the door and ring the bell, becoming more and more impatient. But there's still no movement inside. A terrible premonition came over me. Is this dead silence also a sign of our terrible fate? Am I facing a house of death? Is it too late already? I knew that a minute, gold heap leaching ,Carbon in Pulp, even a second of delay, could put Lucy's life in danger. What if she went through that terrible coma again? I had to walk around the house to see if I could find the entrance. I can't find any entrance. Every window and door was shut and locked, and I went back to the porch in frustration. Just then, I heard a rapid hoofbeat coming from the vagina of the forest, and then stopped at the gate. A few seconds later, I saw Van Helsing running in. As soon as he saw me, he panted and said, "Why are you? Why have you just arrived?"! How is she? Are we too late? Didn't you get my telegram? I explained to him, as succinctly as I could, that I had just received his telegram this morning, and then I hurried here without stopping, but no matter how I knocked at the door, there was no answer in the house. After a moment's silence, he took off his hat and said to me sadly, "I'm afraid we're too late.".
God has made a decision! However, he soon regained his old fighting spirit and continued, "Come, if there is no door to get in, we must make our own way in.". Right now, time is everything. We went around to the back of the house, where a window opened into the kitchen. The professor took out a small surgical saw from his medical bag and handed it to me, pointing to the iron bars on the window ledge. So I immediately went to saw the iron bars, and soon cut three of them. Then we used a long little knife to push the latch and open the window. I helped the professor climb in first, and then I followed him into the room. The kitchen and the servant's room next door were empty, and we checked all the rooms one by one. In the dining room, through the dim light of the shutters, we found the four maids lying on the floor. They are not dead, for we can hear their heavy breathing, and the sour smell of laudanum in the room says it all. We looked at each other, and then he said, "We can come back later and take care of them." Soon we went upstairs to Lucy's room. We listened outside the door first, but there was no sound. Then we slowly opened the door, our hands trembling a little. How to describe what we have seen? On the bed lay two women, Lucy and her mother. The latter lay on the outside end, covered with a white sheet, the edge of which was blown up by the wind outside the window, revealing a pale face full of fear. Next to her lay Lucy, whose face was also very white and very long. The wreath that had hung around Lucy's neck was placed on her mother's breast. On Lucy's bare neck there were two small wounds which we had noticed before. They were white and badly broken. Without a word, the professor went over and bent down,mineral flotation, his head almost touching Lucy's chest. Then he turned his head to listen, and immediately jumped up and shouted at me, "It's not too late!"! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! Bring me the brandy! 。 ore-magnetic-mining.com