Every trace of all that had been was blotted out.

The castle stood as before, reared high above a waste of desolation.
When we got home we were talking of the old time, which we could all look back on without despair, for Godalming and Seward are both happily married.

I took the papers from the safe where they had been ever since our return so long ago.

We were struck with the fact, that in all the mass of material of which the record is composed, there is hardly one authentic document.

Nothing but a mass of typewriting, except the later notebooks of Mina and Seward and myself, and Van Helsing's memorandum.