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Dr. Seward’s Diary

           Theroomwas,therefore,dimlydark.Itwas,however,lightenoughforourpurposes. VanHelsing’ssternnesswassomewhatrelievedbyalookofperplexity. Hewasevidentlytorturinghismindaboutsomething,soIwaitedforaninstant,andhespoke. 

           "Whatarewetodonow? Wherearewetoturnforhelp? Wemusthaveanothertransfusionofblood,andthatsoon,orthatpoorgirl’slifewon’tbeworthanhour’spurchase. Youareexhaustedalready. Iamexhaustedtoo. Ifeartotrustthosewomen,eveniftheywouldhavecouragetosubmit. Whatarewetodoforsomeonewhowillopenhisveinsforher?" 

           "What’sthematterwithme,anyhow?" 

           Thevoicecamefromthesofaacrosstheroom,anditstonesbroughtreliefandjoytomyheart,fortheywerethoseofQuinceyMorris. 

           VanHelsingstartedangrilyatthefirstsound,buthisfacesoftenedandagladlookcameintohiseyesasIcriedout, "QuinceyMorris!"andrushedtowardshimwithoutstretchedhands. 

           "Whatbroughtyouhere?"Icriedasourhandsmet. 

           "IguessArtisthecause." 

           Hehandedmeatelegram. ‘HavenotheardfromSewardforthreedays,andamterriblyanxious. Cannotleave. Fatherstillinsamecondition. SendmewordhowLucyis.Donotdelay. Holmwood.’ 

           "IthinkIcamejustinthenickoftime. Youknowyouhaveonlytotellmewhattodo." 

           VanHelsingstrodeforward,andtookhishand,lookinghimstraightintheeyesashesaid, "Abraveman’sbloodisthebestthingonthisearthwhenawomanisintrouble. 

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