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I can't quite remember how I fell asleep last night.

I remember hearing the sudden barking of the dogs and a lot of queer sounds, like praying on a very tumultuous scale, from Mr.Renfield's room, which is somewhere under this.

And then there was silence over everything, silence so profound that it startled me, and I got up and looked out of the window.

All was dark and silent, the black shadows thrown by the moonlight seeming full of a silent mystery of their own.

Not a thing seemed to be stirring, but all to be grim and fixed as death or fate, so that a thin streak of white mist, that crept with almost imperceptible slowness across the grass towards the house, seemed to have a sentience and a vitality of its own.