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Dracula

in kindness, I gave what you gave, the blood of my veins.
I gave it, I who was not, like you, her lover, but only her
physician and her friend. I gave her my nights and days,
before death, after death, and if my death can do her good

even now, when she is the dead UnDead, she shall have it
freely.’ He said this with a very grave, sweet pride, and
Arthur was much affected by it.
He took the old man’s hand and said in a broken voice,
‘Oh, it is hard to think of it, and I cannot understand, but
at least I shall go with you and wait.’

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