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Dr. Seward’s Diary

           "Itwouldcomfortme,myhusband!"wasallshesaid,andhebegantoreadwhenshehadgotthebookready. 

           HowcanI,howcouldanyone,tellofthatstrangescene,itssolemnity,itsgloom,itssadness,itshorror,andwithal,itssweetness. Evenasceptic,whocanseenothingbutatravestyofbittertruthinanythingholyoremotional,wouldhavebeenmeltedtothehearthadheseenthatlittlegroupoflovinganddevotedfriendskneelingroundthatstrickenandsorrowinglady. Orheardthetenderpassionofherhusband’svoice,asintonessobrokenandemotionalthatoftenhehadtopause,hereadthesimpleandbeautifulservicefromtheBurialoftheDead. Icannotgoon...words...andv-voices...f-failm-me! 

           Shewasrightinherinstinct. Strangeasitwas,bizarreasitmayhereafterseemeventouswhofeltitspotentinfluenceatthetime,itcomfortedusmuch. Andthesilence,whichshowedMrs.Harker’scomingrelapsefromherfreedomofsoul,didnotseemsofullofdespairtoanyofusaswehaddreaded. 

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