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"Well, my dear, what could I say? I could only tell him that I was
the happiest woman in all the wide world, and that I had nothing to
give him except myself, my life, and my trust, and that with these
went my love and duty for all the days of my life. And, my dear,
when he kissed me, and drew me to him with his poor weak hands, it was
like a very solemn pledge between us...

"Lucy dear, do you know why I tell you all this? It is not only
because it is all sweet to me, but because you have been, and are,
very dear to me. It was my privilege to be your friend and guide
when you came from the schoolroom to prepare for the world of life.
I want you to see now, and with the eyes of a very happy wife, whither
duty has led me; so that in your own married life you too may be all
happy as I am. My dear, please Almighty God, your life may be all it
promises: a long day of sunshine, with no harsh kind, no forgetting
duty, no distrust. I must not wish you no pain, for that can never be;
but I do hope you will be always as happy as I am now Good-bye, my
dear. I shall post this at once, and, perhaps, write you very soon
again. I must stop, for Jonathan is waking- I must attend to my
husband!

"Your ever-loving

"Mina Harker."

Letter, Lucy Westenra to Mina Harker.

"Whitby, 30 August.

"My dearest Mina,-

"Oceans of love and millions of kisses, and may you soon be in
your own home with your husband. I wish you could be coming home
soon enough to stay with us here. The strong air would soon restore
Jonathan; it has quite restored me. I have an appetite like a
cormorant, am full of life, and sleep well. You will be glad to know
that I have quite given up walking in my sleep. I think I have not
stirred out of my bed for a week, that is when I once got into it at
night. Arthur says I am getting fat. By the way, I forgot to tell
you that Arthur is here. We have such walks and drives, and rides, and
rowing, and tennis, and fishing together; and I love him more than
ever. He tells me that he loves me more, but I doubt that, for at
first he told me that he couldn't love me more than he did then. But
this is nonsense. There he is, calling to me. So no more just at
present from your loving "LUCY.

"P.S.- Mother sends her love. She seems better, poor dear.

"P.P.S.- We are to be married on 28 September."