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Mina Harker’s Journal

           Mr.Morris,whohadsunktotheground,leanedonhiselbow,holdinghishandpressedtohisside. Thebloodstillgushedthroughhisfingers. Iflewtohim,fortheHolycircledidnotnowkeepmeback,sodidthetwodoctors. Jonathankneltbehindhimandthewoundedmanlaidbackhisheadonhisshoulder. Withasighhetook,withafeebleeffort,myhandinthatofhisownwhichwasunstained. 

           Hemusthaveseentheanguishofmyheartinmyface,forhesmiledatmeandsaid, "Iamonlytoohappytohavebeenofservice! Oh,God!" hecriedsuddenly,strugglingtoasittingpostureandpointingtome. "Itwasworthforthistodie! Look!Look!" 

           Thesunwasnowrightdownuponthemountaintop,andtheredgleamsfelluponmyface,sothatitwasbathedinrosylight. Withoneimpulsethemensankontheirkneesandadeepandearnest"Amen"brokefromallastheireyesfollowedthepointingofhisfinger. 

           Thedyingmanspoke,"NowGodbethankedthatallhasnotbeeninvain! See! Thesnowisnotmorestainlessthanherforehead! Thecursehaspassedaway!" 

           And,toourbittergrief,withasmileandinsilence,hedied,agallantgentleman. 

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