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1 week ago
When I came close she bowed and said, “The Herr Englishman?” “Yes,” I said, “Jonathan Harker.” She smiled, and gave some message to an elderly man in white shirt-sleeves, who had followed her to the door. On the stage they would be set down at once as some old Oriental band of brigands. Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country. They are, however, I am told, very harmless and rather wanting in natural self-assertion. All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind.
1 week ago
I was evidently expected, for when I got near the door I faced a cheery-looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress—white undergarment with long double apron, front, and back, of coloured stuff fitting almost too tight for modesty. What ought they to be in China. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. (Mem., I must ask the Count all about them.) I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams.
1 week ago
The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist. I find that the district he named is in the extreme east of the country, just on the borders of three states, Transylvania, Moldavia and Bukovina, in the midst of the Carpathian mountains; one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe. They had all full white sleeves of some kind or other, and most of them had big belts with a lot of strips of something fluttering from them like the dresses in a ballet, but of course there were petticoats under them. At every station there were groups of people, sometimes crowds, and in all sorts of attire.