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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: figure of his wife. By her side stood a tall, thin man, clad in black.
His face was turned from us, but the instant we saw we all recognized
the Count, in every way, even to the scar on his forehead.
With his left hand he held both Mrs. Harker's hands, keeping them
away with her arms at full tension. His right hand gripped her
by the back of the neck, forcing her face down on his bosom.
Her white nightdress was smeared with blood, and a thin stream trickled
down the man's bare chest which was shown by his torn-open dress.
The attitude of the two had a terrible resemblance to a child forcing
a kitten's nose into a saucer of milk to compel it to drink.
As we burst into the room, the Count turned his face, and the
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