Dracula eBook

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“Well, my dear, what could I say?  I could only tell him that I was the happiest woman in all the wide world, and that I had nothing to give him except myself, my life, and my trust, and that with these went my love and duty for all the days of my life.  And, my dear, when he kissed me, and drew me to him with his poor weak hands, it was like a solemn pledge between us.

“Lucy dear, do you know why I tell you all this?  It is not only because it is all sweet to me, but because you have been, and are, very dear to me.  It was my privilege to be your friend and guide when you came from the schoolroom to prepare for the world of life.  I want you to see now, and with the eyes of a very happy wife, whither duty has led me, so that in your own married life you too may be all happy, as I am.  My dear, please Almighty God, your life may be all it promises, a long day of sunshine, with no harsh wind, no forgetting duty, no distrust.  I must not wish you no pain, for that can never be, but I do hope you will be always as happy as I am now.  Goodbye, my dear.  I shall post this at once, and perhaps, write you very soon again.  I must stop, for Jonathan is waking.  I must attend my husband!

“Your ever-loving
Mina Harker.”

LETTER, LUCY WESTENRA TO MINA HARKER.

Whitby, 30 August.

“My dearest Mina,

“Oceans of love and millions of kisses, and may you soon be in your own home with your husband.  I wish you were coming home soon enough to stay with us here.  The strong air would soon restore Jonathan.  It has quite restored me.  I have an appetite like a cormorant, am full of life, and sleep well.  You will be glad to know that I have quite given up walking in my sleep.  I think I have not stirred out of my bed for a week, that is when I once got into it at night.  Arthur says I am getting fat.  By the way, I forgot to tell you that Arthur is here.  We have such walks and drives, and rides, and rowing, and tennis, and fishing together, and I love him more than ever.  He tells me that he loves me more, but I doubt that, for at first he told me that he couldn’t love me more than he did then.  But this is nonsense.  There he is, calling to me.  So no more just at present from your loving,

“Lucy.

“P.S.—­Mother sends her love.  She seems better, poor dear.

“P.P.S.—­We are to be married on 28 September.”

DR. SEWARDS DIARY

20 August.—­The case of Renfield grows even more interesting.  He has now so far quieted that there are spells of cessation from his passion.  For the first week after his attack he was perpetually violent.  Then one night, just as the moon rose, he grew quiet, and kept murmuring to himself.  “Now I can wait.  Now I can wait.”

The attendant came to tell me, so I ran down at once to have a look at him.  He was still in the strait waistcoat and in the padded room, but the suffused look had gone from his face, and his eyes had something of their old pleading.  I might almost say, cringing, softness.  I was satisfied with his present condition, and directed him to be relieved.  The attendants hesitated, but finally carried out my wishes without protest.

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