LUCY WESTENRA'S DIARY
9 September.--I feel so happy
tonight. I have been so miserably weak, that to be able to think and
move about is like feeling sunshine after a long spell of east wind out
of a steel sky. Somehow Arthur feels very, very close to me. I seem to
feel his presence warm about me. I suppose it is that sickness and
weakness are selfish things and turn our inner eyes and sympathy on
ourselves, whilst health and strength give love rein, and in thought
and feeling he can wander where he wills. I know where my thoughts are.
If only Arthur knew! My dear, my dear, your ears must tingle as you
sleep, as mine do waking. Oh, the blissful rest of last night! How I
slept, with that dear, good Dr. Seward watching me. And tonight I shall
not fear to sleep, since he is close at hand and within call. Thank
everybody for being so good to me. Thank God! Goodnight Arthur.
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