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Dracula

‘I don’t see where the joke comes in there either!’ I
said, and I did not feel particularly pleased with him for
saying such things. He laid his hand on my arm, and said,
‘Friend John, forgive me if I pain. I showed not my

feeling to others when it would wound, but only to you,
my old friend, whom I can trust. If you could have looked
into my heart then when I want to laugh, if you could
have done so when the laugh arrived, if you could do so
now, when King Laugh have pack up his crown, and all
that is to him, for he go far, far away from me, and for a
long, long time, maybe you would perhaps pity me the
most of all.’
I was touched by the tenderness of his tone, and asked
why.
‘Because I know!’
And now we are all scattered, and for many a long day
loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
Lucy lies in the tomb of her kin, a lordly death house in a
lonely churchyard, away from teeming London, where the
air is fresh, and the sun rises over Hampstead Hill, and
where wild flowers grow of their own accord.
So I can finish this diary, and God only knows if I shall
ever begin another. If I do, or if I even open this again, it
will be to deal with different people and different themes,

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