1 Keeping my cab at the gate, I went up the avenue alone.
2 The closed gates are of heavy old oak and iron, all eaten with rust.
3 The men stopped at our gate to ask the porter their way, as they were strangers.
4 They stopped at the gate, and a few seconds later I met Van Helsing running up the avenue.
5 The friends of the dead will all be gone by two, and when the sexton lock the gate we shall remain.
6 We took our lunch to Mulgrave Woods, Mrs. Westenra driving by the road and Lucy and I walking by the cliff-path and joining her at the gate.
7 I had been to see Miss Westenra, whom I found much better, and had just returned, and was standing at our own gate looking at the sunset, when once more I heard him yelling.
8 The funeral held at noon was all completed, and the last stragglers of the mourners had taken themselves lazily away, when, looking carefully from behind a clump of alder-trees, we saw the sexton lock the gate after him.
9 We got to the churchyard by half-past one, and strolled about, keeping out of official observation, so that when the gravediggers had completed their task and the sexton under the belief that every one had gone, had locked the gate, we had the place all to ourselves.