Dracula. Bram Stoker

What it was, whether man or beast, I could not tell; I did not

      wait to catch another glance, but flew down the steep steps

      to the pier and along by the fish-market to the bridge, which was

      the only way to reach the East Cliff. The town seemed as dead,

      for not a soul did I see; I rejoiced that it was so, for I wanted no

      witness of poor Lucy’s condition. The time and distance seemed

      endless, and my knees trembled and my breath came laboured

      as I toiled up the endless steps to the abbey. I must have gone

      fast, and yet it seemed to me as if my feet were weighted with

      lead, and as though every joint in my body were rusty. When I

      got almost to the top I could see the seat and the white figure, for

      I was now close enough to distinguish it even through the spells

      of shadow. There was undoubtedly something, long and black,

      bending over the half-reclining white figure. I called in fright,

      «Lucy! Lucy!» and something raised a head, and from where I

      was I could see a white face and red, gleaming eyes. Lucy did

      not answer, and I ran on to the entrance of the churchyard. As

      I entered, the church was between me and the seat, and for a