I think we was just stabbed at sunset, then crumbled to dust.
Emphasis mine.
[QUOTE=Dracula on Project Gutenberg]
But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan’s great knife. **I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat. **Whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris’s bowie knife plunged into the heart.
It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
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It would appear that my memory is faulty.
IIRC, Drac was beheaded with the knife, not just stabbed.
Funny, I just re-read the book! I actually hate the journalistic style of writing, which shows me even more how well written this book is, since I love this book. I do get very mad when they are blind to what is happening to Mina even though it just happened with Lucy, but other than that, I love it.
For the past few years I listen (audiobook) to it, at least a portion of it, around the last week in October to get me into the Halloween mood.
Memory is funny. I can remember the chase after the wagon and fighting the gypsies and Mina’s scar disappearing but not Dracula crumbling to dust. Strange.
Quincey Morris carried a Bowie knife, as all proper Texans hunting vampires in the Old Country should do.
The first half of the book is one of the most brilliant tense horror mystery narratives I’ve ever encountered, but for some reason it loses me after the men stake Lucy and Dracula arrives in England. Jonathan in the castle is just amazing, world-class writing - the bit that sticks with me is the contrast between Dracula’s otherwordly bloodthirstiness and Jonathan’s outrage at being deprived of his shaving mirror:
[quote=“Dracula”, Bram Stoker]
But at the instant I saw that the cut had bled a little, and the blood was trickling over my chin. I laid down the razor, turning as I did so half round to look for some sticking plaster. When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat. I drew away and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix. It made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it was ever there.
“Take care,” he said, “take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous that you think in this country.” Then seizing the shaving glass, he went on, “And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischief. It is a foul bauble of man’s vanity. Away with it!” And opening the window with one wrench of his terrible hand, he flung out the glass, which was shattered into a thousand pieces on the stones of the courtyard far below. Then he withdrew without a word. It is very annoying, for I do not see how I am to shave, unless in my watch-case or the bottom of the shaving pot, which is fortunately of metal.
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When I reread it two or three years ago I was also amused when I realised that Stoker had specified Dr Seward’s diary entries were kept on phonograph, ie voice recordings, including long action and dialogue scenes – I could just picture Seward sitting in his rooms after the action of the day, recording the conversations scrupulously and possibly doing Van Helsing’s accent too. 
Fantastically written book. I haven’t read it in years, but it is very vivid in my mind.