That night the Count came to me again. ‘Tomorrow you will return to England,’ he said – and I knew that tomorrow was the day of my death
I lay down on my bed, but I did not sleep very well. During the night I heard women’s voices outside my door, and then the Count, saying, ‘Wait. Your time has not yet come. Tomorrow night – you can have him then.’ The women laughed, a low, sweet sound, and I shook with fear.
Morning came at last, and I was still alive. ‘I must escape,’ thought. But first I had to get the keys.
Once again, I went down the wall and into the Count’s room. I ran down the stairs, to the room with the coffins.
Link: http://www.ddth.com/showthread.php/60682-StreamLine-Story-Level-2-DRACULA?s=3d7713aee50ff68d4692083ada1c8ef7#ixzz2uvqcKN2F