1 When I had done reading, Jonathan took me in his arms and kissed me.
2 I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips.
3 Poor man, he was very gentle, and when I came away he kissed my hand and bade God bless me.
4 You shall kiss her once before it is done, but then you must go; and you must leave at my sign.
5 It seemed but poor comfort to so brave and unselfish a soul, and impulsively I bent over and kissed him.
6 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.
7 Then she raised her head proudly, and held out one hand to Van Helsing who took it in his, and, after stooping and kissing it reverently, held it fast.
8 The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me; with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.
9 Arthur bent and kissed her, and then we sent him and Quincey out of the tomb; the Professor and I sawed the top off the stake, leaving the point of it in the body.
10 I told him that that must be good-bye, as the coffin had to be prepared; so he went back and took her dead hand in his and kissed it, and bent over and kissed her forehead.
11 Then I kissed it and showed it to my husband, and told him that I would keep it so, and then it would be an outward and visible sign for us all our lives that we trusted each other; that I would never open it unless it were for his own dear sake or for the sake of some stern duty.
12 Friend Arthur, if you had met that kiss which you know of before poor Lucy die; or again, last night when you open your arms to her, you would in time, when you had died, have become nosferatu, as they call it in Eastern Europe, and would all time make more of those Un-Deads that so have fill us with horror.