4 November. - This to my old and true friend John Seward, M. D., of Purfleet, London, in case I may not see him. It may explain. It is morning, and I write by a fire which all the night I have kept alive - Madam Mina aiding me. It is cold, cold; (
so cold that the grey heavy sky is full of snow... )
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"I think I drowse myself, for all of sudden I feel guilt, as though I have done something"
After this, Mina claims to have already eaten, and is "more redder than before"
In that deep sleep of hers, did Mina take a sip out of van Helsing?
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Thank you
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I go to help her; but she smile, and tell me that she have eat alread - that she was so hungry that she would not wait.
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He really is quite brave now, isn't he? "I'm alone with a vampire-to-be in Dracula's country...and she's stopped sleeping nights and eating proper food. Best get on with things."
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