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“My wrist bled freely, and quite a little pool trickled on to the carpet….When the attendants rushed in…[Renfield] was lying on his belly on the floor licking up, like a dog, the blood which had fallen from my wounded wrist.”

The Count’s influence has made Renfield view human blood as the nourishment that will give him the vitality and ascendancy he craves. He may feel again the Count has abandoned him (4 September) and so imitates the Count in his own fashion.

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