Read Dracula 1912 Page 30


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  Dracula stumbled, sank to one knee with a pained cry, and nearly toppled over like a once proud oak struck down by age. Agony coursed through his veins, and he was suddenly very cold.

  Grunting, the vampire rose to his feet, staggered a bit down the hall, and collapsed against the wall; the world around him swam and darkened.

  “’Ey!” someone cried. “’Ey! You alright?”

  Dracula murmured something.

  Time seemed to speed up, for suddenly a man in an Andy cap was helping him up. “Don’t you worry,” he was saying, “we’ll get...”

  Dracula went for his throat.