Sunrise this morning was anxiously looked for by us all.
Knowing of the increasing difficulty of procuring the hypnotic trance, Van Helsing began his passes earlier than usual.

They produced no effect, however, until the regular time, when she yielded with a still greater difficulty, only a minute before the sun rose.

The Professor lost no time in his questioning.
Her answer came with equal quickness, "All is dark.

I hear water swirling by, level with my ears, and the creaking of wood on wood.
Cattle low far off.

There is another sound, a queer one like.